The Major

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Down the street on one leg A major with a mouth Is standing on a corner Near a train to somewhere South He whistles when he speaks It's the only time he does A petty two-bit thief Always in and out of love His eyes are bloody red It's part of his routine Home for Sunday dinner With a widow from beneath A silver serpent tongue A face meant for a mother's love A murder in his pocket With no skin to cover up Ride, he rides Two-bit thief Train down South Serpent tongue

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