If he says too much
Then you should shut him up
For I am a violent man
From town to town
You laugh out loud
Share a drink and smile
December will bring harsh winds
And I, the battered face
Beaten to a pulp they will not recognize you
Can you still kiss with a fat lip
Can you still hug her with a broken limb
Pick the glass from your face
And spit out broken teeth

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