.If you kick them all out,
Cause they never fit in,
Lashed to the mast or,
Drunk on the past,
And they sit at the taverns,
With mail ordered brides,
They sit at the taverns,
With mail ordered brides,
Who stand like flamingos,
And maybe it's true that they're greedy,.
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