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Onward and onward and onward I go
Where no man before be bothered to go
Till the soles of my shoes are shot full of holes
And it's all downhill with a bullet
This ramblin' and rovin' has taken it's course
I'm grazing with the dinosaurs and the dear old horses
And the city streets crack and a great hole forces
Me down, my soapbox, my pulpit
The theater ceiling is silver star spangled
And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
There's a man in the theater with girlish eyes
Who's holdin' my childhood to ransom
On the screen there's a death
There's a rustle of cloth and a sickly voice callin' me handsome
There's a man in the theater with sly girlish eyes
On the screen there's an ape, a gorilla
There's a groan, there's a cough, there's a rustle of cloth
And a voice that stinks of death and vanilla
This is a secret, mauled and mangled
And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
The walls in the ceiling are painted in blood
The lights go down, the red curtains come apart
This air is full of smoke and dialog I know by heart
And the coins in my pocket jingle-jangle
As the great screen crackled and popped
And the clock of my boyhood was wound down and stopped
And my handsome little body oddly propped
And my trousers right down to my ankles
Yes, onward and upward
And I'm off to find love
Do you love me?
If you do, I'm thankful
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
This city is an ogre squattin' by the river
It gives life but it takes it away, my youth
There comes a time when you just cannot deliver
This is a fact, this is a stone cold truth
Do you love me? I love you, handsome
Do you love me? Yes, I love you, you are handsome
Amongst the cogs and the wires, my youth
Vanilla breath and handsome apes with girlish eyes
Dreams that roam between truth and untruth
Memories that become monstrous lies
So onward and onward and onward I go
Onward and upward and I'm off to find love
With blue-black bracelets on my wrists and my ankles
And the coins in my pocket goin' jingle-jangle
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
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