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It stabbed me in the chest like the pimp prudent's knife
Into poor wandering Becke1t under a mother of Pearl sky
At the back of the wall, I bawled, cursing all in reel and rhyme
While feeling out of sorts like a road sweeper dressed up to the nines
As the multicoloured kite over shoulders taking flight
And the local matador gives two fingers to the girl next door
I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today
Looking for the quiet life, working for Irish rail
In my father's clothes with a bloody nose I sang "Isn't it so sweet?"
By the slot machine, there's James Dean out cold beneath my feet
The disciples from the street
All burst in through open doors
The creaking of the chairs and the running down the stairs
Pure ecstacy
The circus master smiles pointing his finger at the mime
I hear the distant call of a boy named Paul who was taken before his time
All the precious stones or the mongrels bone won't entice me, silly child
You just run on home for your tea's gone cold
I heard your mother cursed you blind
As the backdoor man feels wrong afr switching off when signing on
And the double-jointed thief wins an award for pure indecency
I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today
Looking for the quiet life, working for Irish rail
In my father's clothes with a bloody nose I sang "Isn't it so sweet?"
By the slot machine, there's James Dean out cold beneath my feet
The disciples from the street
All burst in through open doors
The creaking of the chairs and the running down the stairs
Pure ecstacy
I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today
He's working for Irish rail

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