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The Comeback
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He was a drunk, he was a punk-a** useless slob And he didn't even wanna get a job He'd forgotten how to be himself They say the world is a stage and every man must play his part But he didn't make the call-back list He had a five o'clock shadow on his heart He was so weak he couldn't even make a fist To punch himself She came along, and right away he felt a little less wrong Subsequently just a little more strong And this anomaly flipped his lid He checked his hair, and smoothed out the ruffles in his shirt because he suddenly remembered how to flirt He took a Tic-Tac, he knew it couldn't hurt He put his lips on yellow alert And he said "Hello, how are you?" and he shook her little hand Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh These days he don't know that much about much But here's his summary: God is great, the devil is bad, and Somewhere in the middle there's you and me In the wreckage and the ruin Standing side by side And they know what they're doin' In fact he feels like he is finally pulling away From the devil since he met her His strength is coming right back like a prodigal son Like a prodigal son He checked his couch and his pockets and his car's ashtray And he found enough dinero to pay For things from the Goodwill Store Like soap and Listerine To make him fresh and clean And a pretty decent old black comb He found it on the street on his way home He borrowed some SpeedStick From the guy in the apartment behind him He didn't tell him though, I hope he doesn't mind him He really shouldn't leave his door unlocked, because he Also took a pair of his socks Yeah, and a Falco tape, I'm sure he didn't play it anymore Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh Shaved face, smooth as onion Dressed in out-of-fashion clothes Ready for their secret tryst About which everybody knows And that's perfectly cool Yeah-ah-ah-ee-yeah He's always been a big fool But thanks to her, he thinks he's finally Pulling away from the devil, he's just begun His strength is coming right back Like a prodigal son Like a prodigal son One step forward, two back More games for his monopoly One step forward, two back Plastic loser falling behind One step forward, two back No dice, he chose the moves that he made And the moves that he made Led him away Away from the game Same old same old But further away And he still finds life perplexing but he submits His thesis humbly: God is great, the devil is bad, and Somewhere in the middle there's you and me In the wreckage and ruin Standing side by side And they know what they're doin' She is the oil can to his tin man The extra stuffing to his scarecrow The gamma rays to his Incredible Hulk Though that sounds crude He feels like he is finally pulling away From the devil since he met her He wrote this to express the grat**ude Of a punk-a** useless dude
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