"Conan" genre: Rock
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	Drinking song
	CD: Crawl In   Label: Dharma Bum Records Credits: Tom Armstrong - Everything
	Lyrics Conan awoke with a pain in his throat in the middle of the African plain He'd been drinking all night and got into a fight and I guess he kinda went insane' The last thing he knew he was wrapped up in blue Underneath the eucalytis tree But he looked all around and he looked up and down and sand was all he could see He remembered the girls he remembered the songs He struggled up to take a piss And the rush hit his head and he wished he was dead the rockets went off like a kiss When his head cleared he cleaned out his ears He checked his arms with his hands He took one step with his left and one step with his right And stomped off across the sand The African sun beat down like a gun the sane was hot and cruel And in his small brain he worshipped the pain he worshipped himself as a fool and the wind cleared a vison before his feeble eyes and the breeze whispered seet nothings to the muscles on his thighs and the grains clung to his ankles like memory vultures in the sky as the sun beat down on his back so broad his kissed his ass goodbye Conan is gone but his memory lives on His spirit roams around free To some he's a saint, to some he's a squirel and some try not to see But every Saturday night you can see hin stand tall His figure looms over every bar And he'll drink one for you, he'll drink one for us He'll drink one to the northern satr

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