virginiana miller - the unreal mccoy lyrics
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son
i was cowboy
riding a clotheshorse in the prairie
do you think i died in vain
to save the fatted calf
under a dusty rain
to make america great again
son
i was a commuter
on the amtrak to elizabeth
and i read the news of yesterday
and i went down and across
to crucify my words
once back home to remain silent as a bone
son
i was a wrestler
a face in a pink trunk
for the booker’s fun
just the under card of the deck
one more flat back b-mp and yet
buried to death
no superhuman come back
son
now i’m a ghost
reading cicero on the patio
in an old corduroy
i am no one and nothing
but a wind up toy
but the unreal mccoy
i’m the unreal mccoy
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