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I got a flashlight in my pocket
And it goes right through the socket
Of a dead man's strum
My thumb's so numb
And I'm gripping on the handle
Of a Roman septic candle
And I can't let go
Or I'll fall into the dark
But in my other hand
Gripped tight in the fingers of the night
I got
Jewels for Sophia
Jewels for Sophia
I've been basted, really wasted
Chock full of nuts and ifs and buts
It tasted great, shade
But I got another mouthful of desire
I got Lucas Fruit Zooms
Barney, Pat Pat Saturday
Calling one for Nixon
And another one for Stipe
This may read like a fact
But in the hand I never relax
I got
Jewels for Sophia
Jewels for Sophia
Oh Lord, I just amalgamated
Saturated clams
Dig wrecks in tunnels
With gerbils in your annex
I got Lord Fluff Ginger
Silicone puss cat
Never make a bad one
Out of all the stuff I weave
But up my sleeve
Yeah, up my sleeve
I got
Jewels for Sophia
Jewels for Sophia
Jewels for Sophia
Sophia, shine on, shine on Sophia
Sophia, shine on, shine on Sophia
See I bring you coloured ones
Yeah I bring you coloured ones
Onion claw
My kind of peelers
I feel as if a drain has opened in this world
That sucks out all the guilt
And leaves fresh air
And free healthcare
And good hair days
An amazing pair of lips
That sucks your pips into infinity pops
And so I got
Jewels for Sophia
Jewels for Sophia
Jewels for Sophia
Jewels for Sophia
Jewels
Remember the man sighed with a sack
That burned himself out
Automatically towards your house
I could kiss your tree now
If you said your branches would bend
Hoot hoot
Curling whistle blow
Every sound I make is mine
But you have to leave the time out
For the funnel of dreams
Marking your own time together
When I could kiss your one or two of them
Bend like that and snap
I said worm away each evening
With your jewels and your finks
And all your friends
Do you think that it counts?
Of course my dear, everything counts
But everything must be aborted eventually
And then you are left with the stones
You've got to find your way around me
Oh little priestess
Are you ready for Mr. Toms and his friends?
Hoot hoot
Hoot hoot
Hoot hoot sometimes
Leslie I can't believe your grasp of the bicycle
I'll have a warm bath
I'll have a bottle of wine
I'll put myself to bed
And I'll feel just fine
But don't talk to me about Gene Hackman
He's got an evil grin
He's got curly hair
And every time he smiles
It means trouble somewhere
So don't talk to me about Gene Hackman
He's in every film
Sometimes wearing a towel
And if it isn't him
You get Andy McDowell
So don't talk to me about Gene Hackman
Don't talk to me at all
Don't say hello
You could be Gene himself for all I know
In Unforgiven
He was totally mean
But when he got his
I really felt for Gene
But don't talk to me about Gene Hackman
I'll have a cold shower
I'll have a bottle of pop
I'll get a dog named Lazlo
From a Lazlo shop
But don't talk to me about
G-E-N-E H-A-C-K-M-A-N
Gene Hackman
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