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i'm a bit like a soldier, in the way i wear no uniform, and choose not to fight, and fight all night, for some other cause, have mercy, i'm a bit like the grave digger, who wields no shovel, and digs no hole, but leaves the bodies to rot, in the places that they stand, for some other cause, i'm a bit like the pack mule, carrying no load, into the canyons of your jive, for some other cause, have mercy, i'm a bit like the freelance fence painter, who takes the iced tea you brought him, then eyes your backside as you leave, for some other cause, have mercy, i'm a bit like the peephole, that falls in love with all the eyes, that look through, watching major things unfold, from minor flaws, for some other cause, have mercy