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I'm a sad excuse for a ****** I ain't consistent enough I called you here, why I don't know You just both seemed so tough And you both sang like gurus From the land of the east Chanting your Hare Krishna's I always thought it was neat You said you should start chanting Cuz if you go while you are You're gonna go straight to Godhead Comin' back as a star Yes, I'm a sad excuse for a wild man My profile's way too low And I wear the shoes of a large man I wear a large man's clothes Got mechanisms of torture Stuff that'll scare you cold I'll whip 'em out and I'll use 'em If you ever get out of control I'll put the wheaties in the bowl I'll feed the newbies and the trolls I used to live for rock and roll But now that world has wrecked my soul Yes you can bet that world killed my soul Oh, I'm a bad excuse for a dead man All that breathing gives me away I can't convince nobody, nobody My eyes move in my face Thank you Mister Morrison But I think we got the wrong Mister Morrison I said Thank  you Mister Morrison But I think we got the wrong Mr. Morrison
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 2:05 AM UTC
The Wrong Mister Morrison (an except from a longer work of fiction, as are we all)
I'm a sad excuse for a ****** I ain't consistent enough I called you here, why I don't know You just both seemed so tough And you both sang like gurus From the land of the east Chanting your Hare Krishna's I always thought it was neat You said you should start chanting Cuz if you go while you are You're gonna go straight to Godhead Comin' back as a star Yes, I'm a sad excuse for a wild man My profile's way too low And I wear the shoes of a large man I wear a large man's clothes Got mechanisms of torture Stuff that'll scare you cold I'll whip 'em out and I'll use 'em If you ever get out of control I'll put the wheaties in the bowl I'll feed the newbies and the trolls I used to live for rock and roll But now that world has wrecked my soul Yes you can bet that world killed my soul Oh, I'm a bad excuse for a dead man All that breathing gives me away I can't convince nobody, nobody My eyes move in my face Thank you Mister Morrison But I think we got the wrong Mister Morrison I said Thank  you Mister Morrison But I think we got the wrong Mr. Morrison
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 2:05 AM UTC
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