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Dead From the Neck Up

by Richard Haxton

I got nothing to say
But I say it so fine
I don’t know where I’m going
But I’m making good time
I can make you so happy
That’s a guarantee
You’ll never have to worry
Cuz you’ll be just like me

Dead, dead, dead from the neck up

All my claws are clean
My fangs are blinding white
Plumage to a T
In the jungle tonight
In a moment of truth
I lay myself bare
Check my image in the mirror
There is nothing there