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Three days |
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Three months |
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Three days |
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Three months |
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A treatise |
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A treatise |
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To explain these |
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First was cash 'n' carry house dance |
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In lancashire they're a |
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In king nat ltd. empire |
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Kwik save is there |
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The scene started here |
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Then was america |
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Then was america |
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We went there |
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Big a&m herb was there** |
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His offices had fresh air |
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But his rota was mediocre |
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Us purge, rock 'n' pop filth |
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Their material's filched |
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And the secret of their lives |
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Is... |
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All the english groups |
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Act like peasants with free milk |
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On a route |
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On a route to the loot |
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To candy mountain |
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Five wacky english proletariat idiots |
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Californians always think of sex |
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Or think of death |
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Five hundred girl deaths |
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A mexico revenge, it's stolen land |
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They really get it off on |
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"don't hurt me please" |
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Rapist fill the tvs |
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And the secret of their lives |
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Is s.e.x.. |
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I have dreams, i can see |
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Carloads of negro nazis |
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Like faust with beards |
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Hydrochloric shaved weirds |
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[applause from audience at cyprus tavern ] |
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This was going to be called crap rap fourteen, |
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But it's now stop mithering. |
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The things that drain you off and drive you off the hinge. |
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Boils, dirty socks, the ceilings collapse. |
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The sunday morning loud lawn mower, |
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The upstairs jewish girl damn hoovering every thirty minutes, |
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From valium cig withdrawal. |
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She wants communal, fluent flat household. |
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I want privacy. |
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The bastard dentist doctors surgery, |
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Clip, clop, ring, knock, ring |
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Stop mithering*** |
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The estates stick up like stacks |
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The estates stick up like stacks |
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The residents keep wild dogs |
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And on that father's bedroom closet top, |
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Electric blanket boxes |
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Surplus jonnies, demob pictures |
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To their children they sing |
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Stop mithering |
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You think you've got it bad with thin ties, |
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Miserable songs synthesized, or circles with a in the middle. |
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Make joke records, hang out with gary bushell, |
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Join round table. "i like your single yer great!" |
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A circle of low iq's. |
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There are three rules of audience. |
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My journalist acquaintances, go soft, go places, |
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On record company expenses. |
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I lose humor, manners become bog writers, don't know it. |
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The smart hedonists, same as last verse, allusions with |
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H in electronics, on stage false histrionics, |
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Corpse mauling dicks, pose through a good film, him, him |
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Stop mithering |
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I'm not joining conventional rock band. |
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The conventional is experimental, the conventional is now |
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Experimental, |
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And is no way noble, and i'm no chock stock thing. |
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So stop mithering. |
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Engineers save up for cars. |
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I try to let down their tyres with matches to make them molten. |
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Ouch! ouch! |
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They say i rip off johnny rotten |
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They always strike for more pay. |
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They say "see yer mate..yeh...see yer mate" |
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To their mothers they sing |
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Stop mithering |
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He even did fail the penile tissue test. |
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He hangs out for sex. |
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He enters magazine contest. |
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White tan horror in the mirror. |
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Spotty exterior hides a spotty interior. |
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He's not your enemy. |
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He's not your enemy, his name is not harry. |
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The secret of cash and carry. |
