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Musical: Reefer Madness
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Jimmy: There's a story for each wrinkle on your face There's a dream for ev'ry blessed liver spot Maybe you fought in the great Civil War Perhaps you once shook Abraham Lincoln's hand Who knows? You're dead, old man You're dead, old man Dead old man! Did a sweetheart used to kiss this weathered skin? Did these brittle fingers gently stroke her cheek? Never again will these lips know a smile This knee you bounced your children upon is drenched with red You're dead, old man You're dead, old man Dead old man! The wisdom that shone in your aged eyes I snuffed it out! Blinded by speed and the reefer smoke I puffed it out! And in! And out! And out and in and in and out and out and in and out Until nothing seemed important anymore! Not even your sweet life, old man! Left knackered by a Packard You bled till dead, old man Poor dead old man Dead old man! Back to main page: Reefer Madness Lyrics
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