Текст песни
Well
it
came
to
me
one
day
in
Jerkville
My
angel
was
right
on
the
edge
That
jacket's
too
small
for
a
man
of
your
size
Those
socks
are
too
big
for
your
head
I
believe
whatever
you
say
Listen,
you
tell
me
more
It's
under
the
bridge
right
over
my
head
And
out
through
my
portable
door
I
was
trapped
in
a
dire
situation
Between
reason
and
somewhat
in
law
The
winner
takes
all,
runs
off
with
the
ball
Nothing
could
pleasure
me
more
Times
were
I
spoke
in
my
peace
But
I
never
knew
to
help
the
poor
But
I
came
to
the
wording
to
hear
what
you're
hurting
Out
through
my
portable
door
The
jabbering's
hurting
my
brains
oh
so
bad
Once
you
were
not
my
employed
The
pub
that
has
visions
that
follow
the
ball
Slipping
through
my
portable
door
The
unlikely
event
came
upon
me
I
wasn't
prepared
for
the
shock
Once
'round
my
neck,
twice
'round
the
deck
And
the
rest
disappeared
on
the
block
So
here
we
are
and
everything's
changed
Faster
than
ever
before
You've
gotta
be
joking
man,
what
are
you
smoking?
Blowing
in
through
my
portable
door
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