Go buy a rose at the movies on a train
Get married by a biker, go hang a priest
Walk tall with a dwarf and you'll find relief
Leaning strategically on a Desoto at muscle beach
A four thousand car pile up made the freeway screech
Not talking about rubber but stereos
And the loudest one drilling was for Oreos
Where was I gonna find you,
Where was I supposed to look?
In some glittering diamond in the vallay
Or in the harpoons or your opium hooks?
Standing in line renting a toothpick
There were three armed raids on the bank
And would there be a kiosk at the gates of heaven
For sinners like me and Hank?
Saturday night you were dreaming city hospital
The band set up in the morgue
And while you was doing the dishes White Sergeant
You cut your feet on the swords
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"Jewellers & Bums" as written by Lonnie Marshall Joe Strummer
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