Jedidiah
Five left one right washed up on Jedidiah
Paperboy's got nothing to deliver on
Six feet washed up on the shore
They used to dance but maybe not no more
I never felt sorry for an oceanographer
bodies make it to you like a five star mummy in a three-striped shoe
on Jedidiah
I need it good I need it cheap but don't make me beg
I got the brain of a tramp but can't feel my legs
They moved to the island to escape the race
Memorized every name
Memorized every face
Till one day knock knock knock knock on your door
You know who's feet these are?
Who's not gonna dance no more?
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