free james brown
free james brown
free james brown from this mortal coil
put him in papa's brand new body bag
let his greased soles
slide past the gates
while st peter does the splits
cover his back with wing slitted capes of royal purple
this is a man's world
that you leave today
into the kingdom
or oblivion
please hug otis for me
sing with him
let your cold sweat mingle
and dropp down on my parched soul
say it loud
say it now
i'm dead and i'm proud
the hardest working spirit
in soul business
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