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In year one-nine-nine-six-o-one (the last numeral was upside down),
Johnny Drummer came to the outskirts of town.
People came out and shouted at him. Some people came out and shouted athim, "
Say, show us your sticks." Then they went back to their computertricks.
He'd hit a town with no life, to begin, where they forgot the facts. Twosticks make up a cross. Why is it always this way? Why do they alwayshave tosay, "
Hey, Johnny, get out of the way."
He looked in the mirror and said, "I am not him." He stood outside a barand raised the nerve to go in. The window hosted at least 45 men.
Wonderedwhich one was waiting for him. And the boy at the machine meant him noharm, but to him the boy was staring again at him. The rhythm over inhishead again.
Men, boys and girls! Don't ever follow the path of being hard and toughwhen your heart is soft.
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