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The boy Smith's got lard for a tongue
He looks like a bum or a son or a punk
He's a basket case, he's a silent sodder
His face is odd, his voice is odder
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Bald, insane, Satanical romo
He sings songs that dogs only hear
He's got a gun in his mouth and music in his ear
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