Still Ill

I decree today that life is simply taking and not giving. “The United States is mine,” they say, “it owes me a living.” “But ask me why, and I’ll spit in your eye.” Oh, ask me why and I’ll spit in your eye! [Applause] We cannot cling to the old dreams anymore. No, we cannot cling to those dreams.

[The pompadour is almost there. And one less button, pls. Is it wrong to like the version with the crazy harmonica?]

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