the truth is in the feel in the root and sinew the truth is in my gut twisting in my bowels I don’t have to think the truth is in my blood I have it in my power to light my own fire so they tried to lock me up and quench my flame in the name of good order they put a pox on my house and softly dragged me under they gave me poisonous pills to alleviate their pain but I took their tender ministrations and flushed them down the crapper they tell me hell is still half empty its streets are paved with lies they say the devil knows my name which comes as no surprise
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