I've got a friend
With whiskers on his chin
A High Life in his hand
An American Spirit on his lips
He runs too fast for my speed
And he rarely ever sleeps
He wraps himself in a hoodie
Neon lights and confetti
His hands begin to tremble
And his capillaries take to burst
He could fill his lungs with water
And still announce a thirst
His hands a little knotty
And his legs a little thin
The ribs that house his liver
Protrude from his jaundice skin
Some woman broke his heart
When he went out East to Maine
He came home to us a gypsy
And maybe a little insane
A lion on a merry-go-round
That's spun right off the track
Duck your head and grab your children
Here comes Swagger Jack
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