Hand me down my walking cane it's a sin to tell a lie.
Send my mouth way down south and kiss my ass goodbye.
Prophet, soothsayer and poet lariat-John Prine
awsomeGive my stomach to Milwaukee if they run out of beer
Put my socks in a cedar box just get em' out of here
Venus de Milo can have my arms look out! I've got your nose.
Sell my heart to the junkman and give my love to Rose
This is bull sh!t. I was promised destruction so I could do some looting. Nothing so far.