you're a real card officer jim
you're a real character
you gave me a trapper keeper
you made me this origami pan flute
you made a lightly coded breakfast for the whole family
you took us all to wal-mart and we saved and saved
you cleared the nearby forest of landmines
you danced naked in the icy streets
you brought hand stamps for the kids
you got both ill and busy
you shot down those who would seek to destroy us
you drew us pictures of flying anatomy
you sold us a shitload of freedom
you're a real son of a bitch officer jim
you're a god damn diamond
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