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ArtistAnd with a quick flick of the wrist the man was dead And his soul left his body and went down down down To a place we laughingly refer to as hell But none of us will ever go there because we're all far too groovy The man's body was left to rot on the gallows And a great multitude of black birds came and picked the man's corpse apart Piece by piece Limb by limb Until nothing remained
It's about a mile from here as the crow flies