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Big Rude Jake
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What? Unhand me, sir! Let me go, you lucky running dog with a Masonic conspiracy
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I have a picture of the miracle of Fatima sitting on my mantelpiece
You see the virgin there, and she looks so serene
She's got a sacred heart that glows in the dark on my mantelpiece
And when you turn out the light, her eyes are phosphorescent green
Oh, sweet mother of God, please carry my prayers to Jesus
For my sins are legion, and I have only myself to blame
Please do your best to grant my request of forgiveness
Even though in my heart it is true that I am unashamed
Oh, seraphim, cherubim, extraterrestrian
Eucharist, biscuits, and chamomile tea
Eye of the pyramid, great seal of Solomon
Oh keep me and save me from mine enemies
Ha! What a horrible fate that I should be born in a world such as this
In a world without prophets, in a world where I suffer disdain
Purse-proud and callow, they scheme in the shadows
And they plot for my death
Ah! All about me I hear them
A-spewing brimstone in vain
But a rabbit's-foot talisman pinned to my shirtsleeve keeps evil away
And a Salvation Army store oracle a-keeps me from harm
Under my bed is the Masonic fez that keeps Satan up there
And when I drown the light, I am filled with its power
Oh, garlic and scallions, Druidic medallions
Wolf's-bane and hemlock and fish heads and cheese
Peat moss and cat shit, cradles and caskets
Keep me and save me from mine enemies
Ah!
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And I can't sleep for fear of the dreaming
Slick in the sheets, I wake up screaming
Tell that old gypsy woman there on the corner to leave me alone
I know that she covets my genius in matters divine
She bids me come bed her, but I must resist her, lest I be undone
For she would rob me of manhood, and all of my virile inclines
But a picture of Dame Fortune riding a half shell is etched in my flesh
Shrewdly-placed billiard ball service in concealing her charms
And in the crown of my hat is a mustachioed jack from an old euchre deck
And a wallet-sized image of Shiva keeps me from harm
But I've seen the signs that mark the end times
And the dark days of ravage and spite
The vile crimes committed, both brutal and brilliant
For God and for country, and love unrequited
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