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By Clutch, They landed in Manhattan
With rifles and hatchets
Stinking like
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By Clutch, I been working, one eye dollar,
Bye and bye, Lord,
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By Clutch, Won't you open up the border
To rivers running green,
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By Clutch, Went out the back of Halifax
All the way to
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By Clutch, My father was Black, my mother was Decker
Believe me
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By Clutch, You put me in the clutches of sin
Making me
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By Clutch, Born with a mustache and a supernova, tossed off the
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By Clutch, Warmed up my motor, swindled the promoter
Took the lunatics for
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By Clutch, Oh, but to just dance on steel, the Sky Pulaski
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By Clutch, I walk wherever the weather provides
cause everybody needs some time
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By Clutch, was eating dinner at the table with people from the
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By Clutch, Rats over the dishes
Rats over the dishes
Please tell
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By Clutch, Pan-amoebic algebra, breed bizarre bacteria, what to do, oh what
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By Clutch, What's the matter brother, does the drought got you down?
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By Clutch, You look so good while you're riding
On your pterodactyl
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By Clutch, In the north they call us Rebels,
In the south they
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By Clutch, The killer, Scylla, and the limping fool
All the beggars
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By Clutch, Tin shacks and catfish bones
have been about all I've
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By Clutch, Oh I ain't joking when I'm telling ya
That while
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By Clutch, Dig a slow hole to China
Blacker than a miner
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By Clutch, One unworthy worker's version on the verge of vernacular
Enter
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By Clutch, Dodge Swinger 1973, Galaxy 500,
All the way stars' green, gotta
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By Clutch, Dodge Swinger, 1973
Galaxy 5-0-0
All the way
Stars green
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By Clutch, When I die you can cut me up and take
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By Clutch, Back again with a quickness, pick it up, pick it
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By Clutch, So you say you want to go to Heaven,
Well I
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By Clutch, Could've been a swan on a glassy lake.
Could've been
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By Clutch, I'll keep pulling on the towpath.
You keep floating on the
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By Clutch, all you lasses in varnasses swallowing swords
shooting out fire at
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By Clutch, When I talk talk on the C.B. yeah I scare
