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In the street, they're digging holes and in the sinks |
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they're swilling coal-tar, baby. Feathers stuck on |
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poles. They're waiting for the gas man (Goo-goo- |
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ga-chew!) Tube train claims its fifteenth victim of an |
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average week. He tripped. A family man with no |
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ambition, meek as plastic tulips. He made it to page |
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53, they wrapped him round a fish and threw him |
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in the stew (Goo-goo-ga-chew.) Tuesday, it rained |
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glue balls; Wednesday morning was the smog. |
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They moved in on the West Side--rubber masks |
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on. They torched the whole damn lot. The people |
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died; they fenced it off. But still te peepos watch |
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from the top floor of the Euro Tower. Round and |
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round, 12 hours. Fountains. Fillet steak, a waiter with |
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a bow-tie. Press it, squeeze it, and it spits. Oh |
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Cologne! We smell OK, the O-Zone's safe, we |
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keep things underground. The sound we hear is |
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sweet soul music to the tannoy. Chew your gum and |
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close your eyes and nothing can annoy you. |
