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King Tubby died today, |
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Struck down by a careless cliche. |
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The Hitman had to say it was an error, |
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He was aiming for the airplay. |
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Is there hope, in being ahead of our time? |
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Brother can you spare me a bassline? |
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How come you've got pre-pubescents fainting, |
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When Van Gogh died before he sold a painting. |
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Now time keeps on slipping, |
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And we're to blame. |
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While the pioneers are starving in |
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J.A. So we spied like a fly on the wall, |
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Deep within the halls of the record companies. |
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And they know it is poor, |
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But what the hell, it's going to get "A" listed. |
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Now we've hit on 24 tracks, |
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Before the ink is dry upon the contracts. |
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We've a dream of |
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Marx & Lenin, |
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Drowning in a sea of snow-washed denim. |
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Why should the masters innovate, |
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When every time we come along & rob them? |
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And well may you shrug & renovate, |
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If you're not part of the solution, |
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You're part of the problem |