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McKerrow You Stink

On the short little drive up 17 was the smell of a land we'd quarantined Where the place we went through wasn't quite as bad as the hell of a town Espanola had Where we rolled through the blessings with our windows up And the town called Mckerrow made our faces shlupt That we moaned for our senses for the world to change When the smell hit our window in a smell quite strange And we rolled through the town going just as fast As the smell that was slowing all the hope gone passed Mckerrow

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