frank black - fitzgerald lyrics
it? s sad to see your art
hanging on the wall
so many pictures there
but yours the best of all
i like the indian
the one in ballpoint ink
in ancient m-ssachusetts
long before you called
you traded him and many others
for a drink
your fingers thick from hammers
well, it really makes you think
and then my father
would fill your gl-ss so tall
when i was a kid
i gophered in your crew
always a kind word
and you showed me what to do
and living hammered
well, it’s always h-t or miss
but through your cigarette stained beard
your love rang true
and though you are so loved
it had to come to this
you got shut off
because you always stink of p-ss
and now you drink someplace
where no one bothers you
oh, fitzy, oh, fitzy
oh, fitzy, oh, fitzy
oh, fitzy, oh, fitzy
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