A
man with no shame
The
many skeletons flowing
The
images keep floating
In
everyone's mind
And
the man with no shame
He
still walks free
The
bad aroma floating in the sky
He
doesn't smell it
He
thinks he does no wrong
The
birds of same feather sing
The
all familiar tune
You
help me we help you
On
the choppy water
A
man with no shame
He
sits there getting his feet wet
Listening
to the familiar tune
You
help me we help you
You
don't have to worry
We
will make it go away
On
a clean white satin
A
man with no shame
He
doesn't smell the bad
As
he paddles along the river
Listening
to the familiar tune
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