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Lyrics for Bring Me the Head of Jerry Garcia
BRING ME THE HEAD OF JERRY GARCIA
Bring me the head of Jerry Garcia
He plays guitar like diarrhea
He's dumb as a doorknob and a ton overweight
That's why they call him the dreadful grate
He can't fingerpick because his hand's incomplete
He needs two drummers just to find the beat
His words are as solid as a cloud of smoke
If that guy is deep, then I'm the pope!
Bring me the head
Bring me the head
Bring me the head of Jerry Garcia
Bring me the head
Bring me the head
Bring me the head of Jerry Garcia
DEAD!...HEAD!...DEAD!...HEAD!...DEAD!
Bring me the head of the Grateful Dead
His fans think the sixties are a tire retread
From Frisco to Red Rocks, from N.Y. to Wembly
They dance around in circles like a Moonie assembly
They eat lots of reds and vitamin C
They drink cheap wine laced with LSD
They drop and snort but without any luck
Because whatever they're on - the Dead still suck!
Bring me the head
Bring me the head
Bring me the head of Jerry Garcia
Bring me the head
Bring me the head
Bring me the head of Jerry Garcia
DEAD!...HEAD!...DEAD!...HEAD!...DEAD!
- 1991: Iron Prostrate
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