He was selling postcards from a paper stand a whiskey bottle in his withered hand he put a finger on a photo from an old magazine and saw himself in the shadow of his dream They found him with his head inside a tin-pot crown
told him his feet stank and took him downtown called him agitator, spy and thief shut him up in solitary third degree take a long line, reel him in He tried to appeal to the king of might he said "I´m just excercising my sacred right" the king he said "You ain´t got no rights you´re a madman, a traitor, get outta my sight" take along line, reel him in They put him aboard a well wound whirlwind pulled out his teeth and rold him to grin he gave them a smile, pulled out a bottle of wine and said "I never existed, you´ve been wasting your time" take a long line, reel him in
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