Kemosabe
Our horses we dismounted and we tied them up outside
These superstores have double doors, which once were open wide
But now we face a checkpoint where we’re told to wear a mask
I said I wear one all the time, you didn’t need to ask
The man still barred my entry, I said move aside, Sir... pronto
I’ve got my mask, so let me pass, or deal with my mate, Tonto.
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