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When I got better from the mumps 
 Yes, my swollen nut and neck [bad word] 
 But, though subtle, I can smell distinctly 
 Some sick and swollen stink, still to this day stays with me 
 And irked as some dumb tart from Illinois 
 In a shirt that says "I heart Michigan boys" 
 But it's oy, still steel as a goy's gut 
 Oh so concealed in the crease but 
 Slow pitching like a Vatican priest to be Pope -- what? 
 Dope. So every morning wake up with hope 
 And at night fall asleep at the end of your rope 
 Alone pretending to cope 

 As ill as I am, I am 
 But with all that's well I'll yell 
 Good god, what the [bad word]  what the [bad word] 
 white dove on the hood of a two-ton [bad word] 

 It took me 30 years to learn my patterns 
 Just for [bad word] to turn weird in my return to Saturn 
 I feel the freezing creep of greedy sleep sneaking in again 
 I'm dangling 
 Oh I don't have to pull a [bad word] fortune from dessert 
 Like the [bad word] poor son of a serf to know what I'm worth 
 I know what I'm deserved of 
 freaking dirty dove dead 
 And a bag of bread from a sellout club 
 But will you spell out love in the lashes life serves up? 
 Or am I just a red bump in the rash of cash worship? 
 Lord. Huh? Whats up? 

 As ill as I am, I am 
 But with all that's well I'll yell 
 Good god, what the [bad word]  what the [bad word] 
 white dove on the hood of a two-ton [bad word] 

 Brief is the life of that bird 
 Who brings your secrets, your deepest beefs and desires 
 Through it's beak in a minor squeak to be heard 
 Its [bad word] no need for words 
 It might not last more than a week 
 And if this my final trip it be 
 Lord take me quick, let me see ye 
 And please heed the needs of my family 

 As ill as I am, I am 
 But with all that's well I'll yell 
 Good god, what the [bad word]  what the [bad word] 
 white dove on the hood of a two-ton [bad word] 

 With mangled fingers I play it and say it 
 Plain in my octaves with all that I've got 
 And for all that I'll not have 
 And cursing back to the big bang in slang they sang 

 As ill as I am, I am 
 But with all that's well I'll yell 
 Good god, what the [bad word]  what the [bad word] 
 white dove on the hood of a two-ton [bad word]