.Lurchin' round the parking lot, a man possessed (of not a lot)
Skin and bones and rings and crown, legs reach right down to the ground
Swivel hips and loose lips. Stab the dagger, turn it round
His life's an open boo scribbled in his own blood
His constant companion always at hand
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