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A Fridge Too Far

	作词 : Abrahall, Blyth, Reder, Ross
	I've seen the carnage that you've caused, smelt the power you've absorbed.
	Been a witness to every crime, and
	I'm dissatisfied all the time.
	I wonder how you can sleep at night, you're slumping to an all new record height.
	You won't be forgotten for a long time, you had your pound of flesh now
	Iwant mine.
	We've got a hero, we have a laugh.
	He wears a yellow tartan scarf, a sense of humour.
	He's a real star see
	Rupert in a fridge too far.
	Contempt for wealth is all you breed, construct a conscience for all your greed.
	Your restrictions they cut me deep, and when you demise,
	I will not weep.
	But life goes on they can't touch your mind, you're the scourge of all mankind.
	Now I ain't no portrait,
	I don't fly no flag, you're the ambassador of hate, a diplomatic bag
	Slap on the sanctions, show us some grit.
	You've built your fence, now sit on it.
	I hope all your dreams, go up in smoke, 'cause he who laughs last, didn't get the joke.
	The Fridge connection
	The Fridge connection
	II Fridge on the
	River Kwai
	Heartbreak
	Fridge A Fridge on
	Elm Street
	Friday I,
	II .. III
	The last little
	Fridge in
	Texas One flew over the
	Fridge

	zuò cí : Abrahall, Blyth, Reder, Ross
	I' ve seen the carnage that you' ve caused, smelt the power you' ve absorbed.
	Been a witness to every crime, and
	I' m dissatisfied all the time.
	I wonder how you can sleep at night, you' re slumping to an all new record height.
	You won' t be forgotten for a long time, you had your pound of flesh now
	Iwant mine.
	We' ve got a hero, we have a laugh.
	He wears a yellow tartan scarf, a sense of humour.
	He' s a real star see
	Rupert in a fridge too far.
	Contempt for wealth is all you breed, construct a conscience for all your greed.
	Your restrictions they cut me deep, and when you demise,
	I will not weep.
	But life goes on they can' t touch your mind, you' re the scourge of all mankind.
	Now I ain' t no portrait,
	I don' t fly no flag, you' re the ambassador of hate, a diplomatic bag
	Slap on the sanctions, show us some grit.
	You' ve built your fence, now sit on it.
	I hope all your dreams, go up in smoke, ' cause he who laughs last, didn' t get the joke.
	The Fridge connection
	The Fridge connection
	II Fridge on the
	River Kwai
	Heartbreak
	Fridge A Fridge on
	Elm Street
	Friday I,
	II .. III
	The last little
	Fridge in
	Texas One flew over the
	Fridge