.You get the ankles
And I get the wrists.
You get the ankles
And I get the wrists.
You get the ankles
And I get the wrists.
You come down to this.
Nerves are up
And the eyes all screwy
Blood like a panful
Of boiling ratatouille
Hang from the axles.
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