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A makeshift parlour game |
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Of treachery and shame |
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A nest of sin and vice |
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Informant's paradise |
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All ears and all the same |
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The rat's assembly line |
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We work in shifts then rest |
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Our ears are always fresh |
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For every bird a song |
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Sure as your life is long |
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A bird for every jail |
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For every rat his tale |
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Some friends of yours we met |
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Have echoed our request |
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The table has been set |
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And you're the honored guest |
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Article 128 could hardly be more clear |
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By order of the council you are always welcome here |
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You remind me of the wine |
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Not running out tonight |
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No need to check the time |
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No difference day or night |
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Judgment has her kiln and justice her baton |
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The people have their will and truth her blindfold on |
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Article 128 could hardly be more clear |
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By order of the council you are always welcome here |
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Windows are nothing but glass, so easily shattered |
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Shutters are nothing but wood, so easily cut |
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Walls are but plaster and lath, no match for a hammer |
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Spirits are nothing but fires, so easily snuffed |
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All ears and all the time |
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The rat's assembly line |
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We work in shifts then rest |
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Our ears are always fresh |
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Some friends of yours we met |
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Have echoed our request |
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The table has been set |
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And you're the honored guest |
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Article 128 could hardly be more clear |
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By order of the council you are always welcomed here |
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Long as you're still breathing you can sign the questionnaire |
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Surely your rendition will be more extraordinaire |