Just another dead guy,
The one who won't go parties
He complains the speaker is too loud
But when he wears his headphone you could hear the music playing from a mile away ...
Because I am mad about women
I am mad about the hills,'
Said that wild old wicked man
Who travels where God wills.
'Not to die on the straw at home.
Those hands to close these eyes,
That is all I ask, my dear,
From the old man in the skies.
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