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Maidens in towers and knights on the town; shields up convinced that the barricade's down. Fighting in bars... they were biting the cars |
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Two aches in the head, H20 in the wine. Two hits off the mirror to help you unwind. You learned how to drink. You'll turn now to a shrink. And he'll say that you are king of the castle. Your glory excels in here... Blood on the bypass. You're passing the pills. They're painted and plastic, they make you feel ill. They make you kick in the night. You're sick in the light. |
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A tramp chews a dog-end. A dog chews a tramp, Tears holes in his raincoat and howls because it's damp. He chokes on a coin and we count up to nine. Ah, but he's king in his castle. His glory excels in here. Pagans in showers and kites on the Downs. Polka-dot patterns and strings turning brown. They shut out the sun. Oh, wot jolly fun! But we're kings in our castles. |