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The monkey climbs to the bottom of the earth
All the black sheep find a pennies worth
All the common girls win the beauty contests
Why can't the fable escape protest
The dice has died curled up by the stairs
Sledge hammers witches tigers and bears
Are fondling with the bones of Fred Astaire
All the world's meat is coming out rare
We live in a place without grace
We live in a place without grace
Well Jesus knows I've climbed these walls before
Van Gogh's ear got rejected by a whore
Beethoven went deaf while upping the ante
Death melts like butter down your panties
We live in a place without grace
We live in a place without grace
Well maybe it's the way you wash your dentures in the sink
While the matador is scratching at the door for a drink
In the mad house the crack house the gutter the barn
You can always find some animals fucking on the farm
Well maybe you dropped your razors in your mothers stomach
While your dad was in the garden with his shovel and his pick
And the thorns keep growing like Icarus to the sun
And your teeth are sweating from the whisky and the rum
We live in a place without grace
We live in a place without grace
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