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Old 12-09-2002, 03:04 PM
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Go ahead you f˙cking racist
Pucker up and kiss the babies
Kiss 'em till they die of rabies
Get your tits out for the ladies

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Akela, Akela
I will do my best
Akela, you'll have heart failure
Get your hands out of my vest

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I've never gone cold turkey in a shed in Albuquerke
or played chicken on a railway line
I've never been a litter bug, given head or taken drugs

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A black eye for a black eye, a chipped tooth for a chipped tooth
a fraction of a half life, some housework and some home truths
And nothing but the home truth

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Sold down the river
By so many guys
Always the bridesmaid
Never the bride
If someone up there likes you
Then someone up there lied
Because no one down here tried

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Suffer in silence said Brigadier General Holmes
or change your name to Smith or Jones
Learn to live with all the death threat notes
the big bannanas and the racist jokes
Stand up and beg said Sergeant Kirby
lay down, play dead for Di and Fergie
Roll up, roll up goes the revielle
Abuse the bugle boy of company B

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You're off the wagon you were never really on
Chasing the dragon like you're Saint f˙cking George or someone
Stop punching walls don't cut yourself
Shift some burden onto somebody else

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While little Danny picks his scabs
An ashtray for his daddy's fags
His skinny sister's blistered skin
RSPC Everything

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You're as pure as the driven and I should be in prison
or under a lorry because I hit you and I'm sorry
But love ain't like the movies
it blisters and bruises
and bites like a doberman
never home sober and
leaves you a wreckage
all postaged and packaged
and sealed with a Glasgow kiss

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I've looted and I've begged on the tubes of The Bec and Broadway
I've been run over by cars and to prove it here's the scars
on my wrists
I've been cut
I've been stitched
I've been buggered, bewltched and abandoned

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I've teamed up with the hippies now
I've got my fringe unfurled
I want to give peace, love and kisses out
to this whole stinking world

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Down the front of the church
For the second time in life love hurts
This time there's no buttons and bows
She's wearing non fast coloured clothes
The service seems to last for hours
No one wants to catch the flowers
On the shoulder of an older brother
The young offender's mother

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We've got yardies, steamers, parasitic cops
Bostik boys playing chicken in the box,
jackpot crackpots, Summerstown blues
nineteen nervous wrecking crews
Mad alsations, pit-bull terrorists,
hammerheaded loan sharks trying out for Jaws 6
BMX bandits breaking all the windows,
you don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows

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Forget about the Alamo, bicarbonate of soda pop
New York New York it's a hell of a place
a 27 hour a day ambulance chase
It's four in the morning and I've got so much to learn
from watching the big apple turn over

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We're not the world
We don't belong
We're boy meets girl
Boy writes stupid song
The words are dumb
and so's the tune
Under the thumb
Over the moon
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