the septenary (diapholom) wrote,
the septenary
diapholom

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I heard read about a man to whom
I may be related he's Leatherman hmm
About a long time ago
In the Eighteen-eighties
Leatherman Leatherman hmm
Covered with leather
But it wasn't tight
Underneath the moon
In the woods at night

Making the rounds
Ten miles a day
Once a month they'd spot him
And here's what they'd say
Here he comes
He's a man of the land
He's Leatherman smile on his face
Axe in his back
He's Leatherman Leatherman Leatherman

Comes out of the caves
Once a day to be fed
Wasn't known to say much
But thanks for the bread

So modern day I walk my way
My jacket faded
Just like a man of leather
Whom I may be related

Rolled cigarette for which he'd ask for a light
Appeared to be an animal yet so polite

Making the rounds
Ten miles a day
Once a month they'd spot him
And here's what they'd say
Here he comes
He's a man of the land
He's leatherman smile on his face
Axe in his hand
He's Leatherman Leatherman Leatherman
Leatherman Leatherman

Shake his hand, he's Leatherman
Make some bread, he's Leatherman
Shame he's dead
Saw his bed
It's all that's left of Leatherman
Leatherman

Give me some skin
Leatherman..
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