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Mutiny of Shadows
A boy like him had to tone it down, with his pink guns
and rhinestone boots. Sign him up, sign him up, he’s the new recruit at the Tin Star Institute.
Other boys had to watch their step or it could be caught like a cold, I bet. Rough him up, rough him up, and he’ll follow suit at the Tin Star Institute.
He would shine like the cans in their hands, like the badges they wore, he would shine. Like the cans in their hands, like the badges they wore. Then theyd’ shine, shine, shine him some more. Theyd’ clean up the floor.
See that boy living in a hell where people say he’s not natural. Laugh it up, laugh it up, what a hoot! At the Tin Star Institute...
and rhinestone boots. Sign him up, sign him up, he’s the new recruit at the Tin Star Institute.
Other boys had to watch their step or it could be caught like a cold, I bet. Rough him up, rough him up, and he’ll follow suit at the Tin Star Institute.
He would shine like the cans in their hands, like the badges they wore, he would shine. Like the cans in their hands, like the badges they wore. Then theyd’ shine, shine, shine him some more. Theyd’ clean up the floor.
See that boy living in a hell where people say he’s not natural. Laugh it up, laugh it up, what a hoot! At the Tin Star Institute...
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