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Marinho

(Words and Music by Joan Baez) Don't worry about my politics They are what they are I work best when I get some rest Right now I'm in a bar Overlooking

I guess we met a couple a bonafide angels But they all seemed kinda fat and fatigued But now we're trying to match their mouths to the screams Match their

She cried "Bingo", you finally clued in I guess I never thought to look there What you took you can give back But I never kept track I guess I never

And I, I won't be stupid State the obvious, pleasant platitude Bad policies, mega magnitude Magnificent My Armada (Armada) Armada (Armada) And I, would

Losing my domestication, like a tab in the ocean. I hump like a fuckin' whale and piss wherever I want. Thar' she blows from my fuckin' dick hole, rolling

Spent a week in a dusty library Waiting for some words to jump at me We met by a trick of fate French navy, my sailor mate We met by the moon on a silvery

Float by open windows What a shipwreck, what a shipwreck Circles running through my veins With the vate set, with the vate set See the lines, see the

The force of my love was strong The Sea Lion lay down long Song in the air, why should singer care? When singer can be among song Ma, ma, look what I

The Army this, the Army that Is all we heard from where we sat Now how about a cheer for the Navy? The Army's great, the Army's tough But don't you