And then the alleyways parted
sweet darkness shone through
old homeless Jamas
Waded through the stink and all that do
He was here for one reason, however handicapped
to kick
your
shiny
ass
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Old slimy Jamas was just that kind of fellow
you kick down and beat him
but he'd stay calm and mellow
you pound him in the dust and tie all his laces
he wouldn't care because he hasn't changed places
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What a stuffty place to be
Livin' on the streets as he
But a mild life for sure,
as one could adore
the lack of problems and pleasure
But all good things must come to end,
they took away his gutter and a hand they did lend
He spat in their faces and fought as he saw fit
but his effort wasted, they changed not one bit
Kicking and screaming, lying and crying
They took him up to old Mary's asylum
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He worked for a month like a mole
Digging out of this hole
To the long distant sight of the half crescent moon
Worst of all - he dug that hole with a spoon
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