He was selling post cards from a paper stand The whiskey bottle in his withered hand Put his finger on a photo from an old magazine Saw himself in the shadow of his dream Found him with his head inside a tin-pot crown Told him his feet stank and took him downtown Called him agitator, spy and thief Shut him up in solitary third degree
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He tried to appeal to the King of might Said I'm just exercising my sacred right The King he said You ain't got no rights You're a madman, traitor, get out of my sight
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They found him with his head inside a tin pot crown Told him his feet stank and took him downtown Called him agitator, spy, and thief Shut him up in solitary third degree Then they put him aboard a well wound whirlwind Pulled out his teeth and they told him to grin He gave them a smile, pulled out a bottle of wine And said, I never existed, you've been wasting your time
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