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Well the story begins on the Isle of Dogs |
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In a time of world recession |
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There's a queue a mile long for every job |
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Young hopes deep in depression |
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Well our anti-hero's coy, such a weak-willed boy |
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He follows his nose, not his head |
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So the lap-dog finds a mate, and makes his first mistake |
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She winds up in a hospital bed |
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Now the baby's doing fine, but daddy hasn't got the time |
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He'll drink himself oblivious |
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Then return and hit the wife, she'll attack him with a knife |
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Oh the script is so damned obvious |
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Under the flag |
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Survival leads men to do foolish things |
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And yes he was a fool |
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He thought he'd try working for the government |
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A civil service tool |
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Now the boy is doing fine, but he'll have to toe the line |
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His orders are from high above |
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'Cos when you're working for the state you can sell your life to fate |
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You're not working anymore for love |
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Under the flag |
