The drunk old man falling down again
Trying to maintain his balance
On top of things he doesn't believe in
Spends his day wishing he was Chinese
And this was 1898
Maybe then he could find a job, any job
Doing whatever it was eunuchs did
The drunk old man falling down again
In the courtyard of an imaginary palace
Falling off the shoulders of a mannequin
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