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She left one satin shoe and a very dull knife
Spent most of his time makin' holes and lickin' his wounds
He kept twenty-nine black birds but only one flew
He left his needle outside in the rain and it rusted through
That's not cool

All of his friends complain that they got the flu

An' that's not cool
They look like the livin' dead
They ain't sick in the head
He kept twenty-nine black birds but only one flew
They look like the livin' dead
And that's not cool

All of his friends complain that they got the flu
They ain't sick in the head
All of his friends complain that they got the flu
And that's not cool

So tell us what the sorry singer might do
Spent most of his time makin' holes and lickin' his wounds

They ain't sick in the head
She took her diamond rings and was gone before the light
And that's not cool
So tell us what the sorry singer might do
Nebakanezer never knew
They look like the livin' dead
So tell us what the sorry singer might do
Nebakanezer lost his wife
She left one satin shoe and a very dull knife