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We're talking insults and we're painting with the traitor's brush We broke the turnstiles and we waited for the human crush We lit the bottles on the west side and we turned to go Took the seat in the L.A. River, watched the L.A. River blow Odd walking man who walks funny There's nothing like the pike at night in psychedelic flow There's nothing like a bikers wife with a 44 We took it to the top of the hill And rode until the sun came up standing on an oil well Odd walking man who walks funny I know a king who sat upon the throne Talked about the good old days and all the shit he used to own He said it's easy, it's how I get my kicks It's not the junk you throw away, it's about the junk you fix Odd walking man who walks funny Aus Songtexte Mania