The Hypertension Kid

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Last night I met the Hypertension Kid

Grimly chasing shorts with halves of bitter

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In a Mayfair club they call the Early Quitter

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He met my eyes and hit me for a quid

"I spend fortunes in this rat-trap" said the Kid

"But the plush and flock soak up the brain's kerfuffle

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And I like to see a servile barman shuffle

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If sympathy's your need let's hear your bid"

"It's my lousy memory" I told the Kid

"What other men forget I still remember

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The flies are still alive inside the amber

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It's a garbage can with rubbish for a lid"

"Your metaphors are murder" said the Kid

"I know the mood -- give in to it a little

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The man who shatters is the man who's brittle

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Lay off the brakes and steer into the skid

"Strained virtue warps the soul" announced the Kid

"Those forced attempts at cleanliness that linger

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Like soap between your wedding ring and finger

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They're residues of which you're better rid

"For evil" said the Hypertension Kid

"Is better contemplated in the deeds of others

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Mass-murderers and men who knife their mothers

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Be glad that what you've done is all you did

"With me the problem's women" said the Kid

"Befuddled, fondled under separate covers

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One and all they've gone to other lovers

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As I powered down to zero from the grid

"But I love the little darlings" sighed the Kid

"The slide from grace is really more like gliding

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And I've found the trick is not to stop the sliding

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But to find a graceful way of staying slid

"As for the dreadful memories" said the Kid

"The waste and poison in the spirit's river

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Relax your hands and let the bastards quiver

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They tremble more the more you keep it hid"

We turned to leave the bar, me and the Kid

I with lightened head and lessened terror

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Toward the street, and he into the mirror

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My second self, the Hypertension Kid

Chord transcription proposed by Ian Chippett

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