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Blow... Blow your tuneless trumpet the choice is yours I'm going to see the horse doctor He's waiting where the rain comes in The fancy shirt I wore is just lying in the drawer The girl I used to sleep with I don't see her anymore Blow... Blow your tuneless trumpet the choice is yours Death belongs to everyone it's the only thing we have Yeah, death belongs to everyone it's the only thing we have I don't owe nobody I don't even owe the rent I've even got some money left I still haven't spent So blow... Blow your tuneless trumpet the choice is yours We don't want the glamour the pomp and the drums The dublin messiah scattering crumbs Just blow... From Letras Mania