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That's classic Roger
Born to strike it rich
That's classic Roger
The son of a bitch
Wherever he went
Well he left chaos in his wake
Wherever he went
He left a trail of broken hearts
Wherever he went
He left a pile of upturned skirts
Wherever he went
He left a smudge upon your soul
Have mercy on us
We children of Eve
They're fucking us up
More than you believe
But that is classic Roger
That's classic Roger
The lie you won't correct
That's classic Roger
Sprawled across your desk
Wherever he went
He left a stack of unpaid bills
Wherever he went
He left some funny kind of stain
Wherever he went
He left a silver trail of jizz
Wherever he went
He left part of himself behind
Someone should
Have bought his
Mama a
Coat hanger

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from Journal of the Plague Year, released November 6, 2020

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