Skammentary:
"Without really knowing I took all the wrong routes,
The misguided monster in the Doc Marten boots,
In the wrong directions, against all of the grains,
Got off at all the wrong stops, back onto all the wrong trains…
"Without a drop of the sense that God had gave to a stone,
But in my own self defense, well, I was not all alone:
I had the partners and colleagues and the cohorts in crime,
Heaven sent to me, hell bent to be one hell of a time!…"
Without suggesting to you the routes I took were never wrong,
I took a look and still I took and somehow I stayed strong,
And I just stayed on the course with very few deviations,
One of two situations, some other odd altercations,
And when my days were to dark well I had something to sell,
I am the carnival barker with some stories to tell,
There'll be apologies made at every fork and each bend
And I'm so that I stayed and I will—
Stay till the end,
Stay till the end,
Glad I took a good look at the route that I took
Stay till the end,
Stay till the end,
Glad I took a good look at the route that I took."
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