Cracker Jack Man
Trapped in my cracker jack boxI'm the prize inside come and find me
This box seems to be half empty
there's a hole inside where my heart used to beat
I know Ive tried your patients
it not my fault Ive been consumed
Running circles in this waste land
catastrophe, It gets to me
Ill be your apple on a stick
left with only a core, Ill be your wild fly
Ill teach you all of my tricks
have you begging for more, it will drive you wild
you can smell the whisky in the morning
as you lye next to me under the sheets
I'm just trying to give you a warning
that this cracker jack man is cracker jack crazy!
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