Dig him up and shake his hand
Appreciate the man

Before there were junk stores, before there was junk
He lived with his mother and the torments of Christ
The world has transforemed
A crowd gathered round
Pressed against his diwndow so they could be the first to meet James Ensor
Belgium's famous painter

Raise a glass and sit and stare
Understand the man
He lost all his friends
He didn't need his friends
He lived with his mother and repeated himself
The world has forgotten
The world moved along
The crowd at his window went back to their homes
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