.It was the morning of All Saint's Day, ninety-eight
When that old blind dog started roaming around the graveyard
Wouldn't have bothered me so much
Were he not walking on his hind legs and smoking cigars
Recite my lineage and genealogy
You've got to know your history, son of .
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