Number Three
I come before you, to stand behind you,
To tell you something I know nothing about.
Admission is free, so pay at the door;
Pull up a chair and sit on the floor:
Early this morning, late last night,
Two dead men rose up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot one 'nother.
A stone-deaf sheriff heard the noise,
And came and killed those two dead boys.
The mute psychotic shrieked in fright,
With words of joy at this ghastly sight.
Now if you doubt this lie is true?
Go ask the blind man he saw it too.
One begins I came to address you
Beacuse I dare not undress you.
Has to go to old memory banks to find it.
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