text: Sane, sane, theyre all insane
  The firemans blind, the conductors lame
  A Cincinnati jacket and a sad luck dame
  Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
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  Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar
  Son of a bitch is never comin back here no more
  Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
  We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
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  Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
  Goin up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
  A fifty dollar bill inside of Paladins hat
  And nobodys sure where Mr. Knickerbockers at
  Said roar, roar the thunder and the roar
  Son of a bitch is never comin back here no more
  Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
  Always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
  Clap hands
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  I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
  Goin up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans
  A fifty dollar bill inside of Paladins hat
  And nobodys sure where Mr. Knickerbockers at
  Shine, shine a Roosevelt dime
  All the way to Baltimore and runnin out of time
  The Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole
  They all went to Heaven in a little row boat
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  Oh, clap hands
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