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I'm not a musician musicians drink blood they tie themselves too tight i've only got one chance to say this, so i'd better say it right: mothers, your children are drowning they got their fingers caught in the briar patch and the queen is dead, that's what mozza said and the king's late for his own crowning i saw elvis standing there hips were swingin' like mother earth his hair was swollen with pomade like the damn thing was givin' birth to me i tried to join you in yr celestial dance but i had to leave early i realized i had forgotten to wear pants and that's the story and now i'm here and you're there and i'll never go back i never had a chance to i strangled the ghost of love and killed caring, and i killed friendship, and romance, too and left their stinking bodies on a crate by the shore and if i hadn't done myself in, there prolly woulda been more of this, i'm sure. From Letras Mania