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Inside the Catholic seamen's club Every sailor is sacred Inside the arcade right next door All the girls dance naked Down on my knees scrubbing the floors Scratching at festering sores If I'm the guy you're looking for Just look down under some rock Beneath the valley of the underdog Spat upon by passers by The spitting image of my maker Even those who once called me friend Were liars, thieves or fakers And to my love who cast me off I hope you finally made it If you ever want to look me up Just look down under some rock Beneath the valley of the underdog From Letras Mania