And if I die, give my liver
to the crazy guy who lived
the next house over,
He drinks enough he could probably use it.
True, he screams,
and shoots,
and plays the bugle.
But he isn’t what they say he is,
he isn’t the Devil.
And if I die, give my liver
to the crazy guy who lived
the next house over,
He drinks enough he could probably use it.
True, he screams,
and shoots,
and plays the bugle.
But he isn’t what they say he is,
he isn’t the Devil.
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