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On my estate was a man with a flag in his yard, |
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And the country deluded him, |
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He toed the establishment line. |
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Like a statue Harris smiled, |
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Stood and smiled, |
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Harris smiled. |
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Harris smiles, |
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Harris stares, |
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The world goes by, |
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He stood and died, |
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Harris smiles, |
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Harris died. |
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Lancaster bombers are rusting in sheds in our land, |
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While in Parliament square there's a man, |
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A statue in bronze, |
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And the statue of Harris stared, |
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Stood and stared, |
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Harris stares. |
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Counts himself lucky he's English and says it with pride, |
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As he stares at the taxis and buses, |
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Fumes are inside his prison, |
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Where he'll sit for eternity trapped as a bigoted man. |
