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Ghost Of A Pilgrim Past

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As a ghost of a Pilgrim past, persecuted for my beliefs
Now a Pilgrim of the Red Coyote trekking at their feet
Soon to have no givings' as I upright their pumpkin pies
And gourds of squash as I descend on Plymouth Rock 
With a spiritual shaman I will dance around their crescendo  
Copulating while scratching a scrimshaw of lust
On the Plymouth Rock of their albatross

And as their angel's army of mercy comes with their full tum
To the right and with goody two shoes to the left of paradise
I will drop my smock exposing my cock as they suck my cob
As Indians beat tom-toms and smoke the happy grass
For the wampum and pieces of a dove tail's ass
Now a Pilgrim of the Red Coyote trekking at their feet
On a path to the land of brimstone 



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