Rag
Music - Gary Morrell
Words - Ray "The Crack" Mattos
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I have been poked and prodded
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Kicked and plodded
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Found in a pile of food
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I have been filmed in a gown
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Dressed like a clown
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But never smelled a rag so rude
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Rag: Buried deep in the earth
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Rag: To bad smell it gives birth
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Rag: To live we must part
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Rag: Your the core of my heart
It has my eyes on fire
My filthy rag of desire
And my nostrils splitting in pain
My god its filthy as sin
and it makes me grin
To know the rag is truely my bain
Rag: Buried deep in the earth
Rag: To bad smell it gives birth
Rag: To live we must part
Rag: Your the core of my heart
I have been bled at the hip
Bit through my own lip
Asked for coins while walking the street
I have been soiled to the bone
Swollen and alone
Eating rag as my capital treat
Rag: Buried deep in the earth
Rag: To bad smell it gives birth
Rag: To live we must part
Rag: Your the core of my heart
And when they bury my bones
Under grass, earth and stones
Send a message to mother McCree
Treat my Rag with great care
Show it off with some flair
Give it love, as it gave it to me
Rag: Buried deep in the earth
Rag: To bad smell it gives birth
Rag: To live we must part
Rag: Your the core of my heart
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