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Union Nose

i worked my nose to the grindstone in this tinpot job
next thing yer sayin i got no nose

Sooner or later i hear through the grapevine
you say i smell like a power of ho’s

In the Union Hall we have myriad bathrooms
Unisex crazy mirrors makes it fun

guess your soothsayer,
all held within the enclosure tonight
sister brother hand on the flame
lickety spilt aint my name

Union of the nose
lets be clear, were talkin
separation of the septum
only to join together again
catch as cats can

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