Penn Avenue Blues
Penn Avenue Blues
Forever I roam
I have no home
And I’m alone
My heart is cold
And my bones grow mold
My soul has been transposed
Love doesn’t glow between my toes
I’ve had too much blow up my nose
My life is about to close
I’m a clone of a ghost
I need a strong cup of French Roast
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