Pallid underside up
Tina said you were a handsome man
Pinned to the table like a dissected frog
Tina said you looked like a TV star
Modest quotient of guts observed and removed
Tina said a man in his 50's is a flower in bloom
Keep talking, Tina
But my grave is already dug
And that round silver moon knows my name
And all the things I done and all the things I ain't never
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