i once hoped and cried
til all the good guys died
And the reel had been burned to the end
With a lance and a whip
I drove an ancient clipper ship
the seas were all smokey and grey
I soared and I Swayed
though California
All the neighbors and the waiters were rude
they would smile they would shine
I would render them divine
with all of the riches they had accrued
So clean me out deliver me from doubt
Take my bread and all of my fuel
Some called me by my first name for a while
some called me Mother's saddest fool
And I swore I'd head east
into that belly of the beast
where the Krakens and devilish did lay
and if they awoke
I swore I'd strap them with my yoke
and they would drag me to safety one day
So play with me now show me up and take a bow
Challenge me to a warrior's duel
just call me by my first name for a while
just call me Mother's saddest fool
I dreamed in bed
I was Martin Luther's head
The visions and techings were real
I cursed his White hand
and believers throughout the land
as they deprived me of my final meal
For I knew what I'd heard
and what I'd seen from it all
yet no one would ever comprehend
With files I did rake
But I made a Minotaur's mistake
As I left it behind in the end
So clean me out and cover me in doubt
Take my bread and all of my fuel
Some called me by my first name for a while
some called me Mother's saddest fool
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