john squire-'joe louis'

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I've climbed the mountain
and I've pissed into the wind
stood on the edge and spat over
with cheeks burned on the tip of the bone
staggering home to a lover
said you're lazy,good for nothing,
so just cast their cynical spell
are they yawning down below you
smoking miles in the circular bell
joe,joe,joejoe louis how does it feel to be
joe joe joe
open your beautiful blue eyes