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The knight came home from the quest
Bloodied and sore he came
Battered of shield and crest
Bannerless, bruised and lame
Fighting we have no shame
Better is John for a fall?
Cruelly torn, his severed horn
Answered the surgeon's call
So here is my lance to mend (Ouch!)
I'm sure that my marriage is shot
Lorena was strong; I used to be long
I'm glad they put back what I've got
I'm glad they put back what I've got
My wounds have been noised abroad
The horrible way I awoke
You see my broken sword
Mine is the blade she broke
Repaying me stroke for stroke
I nearly lost it all
Cruelly torn, my severed horn
I answered the surgeon's call
So here is my lance to mend (Ouch!)
I'm sure that my marriage is shot
Lorena was strong; I used to be long
I'm glad they put back what I've got
I just hope that it doesn't rot
My shame ye count and know
Flung into bushes and all
She gave them something to sew
I'm lucky it wasn't my balls
Perhaps I'll rise again, again
Only time will tell
You await the fate of my broken blade
And I'm stuck in media hell
Yes I'm stuck in media hell
(Sunday 16 January 1994, Philadelphia, PA)
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