when I was born, lot's of people sayin' I looked like a dead man but to them there was no kindness and so I came into the world with my hands in my jacket made a whole lotta racket couldn't speak, but I could beat on a stick oh, when that aeroplane comes with the Lord will I be ignored will I be ignored by the Lord will I be ignored there was a woman, she looked on me sweetly I needed her life to be with mine but never will they meet no, never will they see these two vines will twist away, away will I be ignored by the Lord will I be ignored by the Lord, by the Lord what for? I may travel on one leg my breakfast will be unpaid and the flapjacks will flap back off the ceiling onto my head will I be ignored will I be ignored by the Lord will I be ignored
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