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at the drop of a hat they shut the book house down hollered on through the gale and turned the ship around damn this place on our hands the Gothic stadium built in half a day, painted grey where the trenches lay took the convention trail the hot revivalist tagged along on the tail 'til he grew tired of this Songtextespun the language of luck then all the luck ran dry seldom seen about cuckoo's out cuckoo's out Aus Songtexte Mania