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Spirit Of The West

Now beat that And your mothers sayin ?go to college? So you finish college and its wonderful U feel so good And after all the partying and crazing And

'til the end In caves and grottoes spied Renounced, revered and scryed By men with dolch and bell Roma, Amor; the ill and well For good spirits of Europe

You keep it going man, you keep those books rolling You pick up all those books that your going to read And not remember and you roll, man You get that

oh Your whereabouts Are known to me Wha eee ee oh Your whereabouts Are known to me The grass it is always greener Under the western skies But to Norman

(Kelly/Mann) We twisted you arm over Chinese And led you astray Offered the world as we know it And a pittance in pay And your fortune read "Don't believe

Oh no, oh no Oh no, oh no Oh no, oh no Oh no, oh no Mr. Jones has a little problem If I had eyes, I'd see that it was me He's the size of a man with

Jesus hangs behind the glass above Venetian doors His window box boasts crimson flowers, fresh cut the day before And you couldn't find a smile if you

(Kelly/Mann) I can barely keep a grip on the pen I hold Better get a grip on myself I'm told I've grown bitterly, shameslessly, indescribably cold I dove

(Kelly/Mann) Our super-hero in a maple-leaf cape Was locked in the trunk of a car and he escaped He's a Moosehead muppet on an ex-pat kick Got a valid