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I got a bad back |
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From a slow coach |
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And a sore head |
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From Skol |
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Yes, I'm old school |
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An I don't mean wise |
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And I'll fight you |
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For sure |
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Sorry Dad, I was late for the riots |
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I only found out it had all kicked off |
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When the cameras cut to bonfires on the mall |
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Slipknot came and assaulted Topshop |
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For reasons best known to themselves |
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With colourful paint and a photographer from Kerrang |
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I've got a bad back |
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From my hard work |
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In the salt mines |
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Of Wells |
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I'll destroy the state |
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In my North Face fleece |
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It was a birthday gift |
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From Gran |
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Sorry Dad, I was late for the riots |
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I tried to catch a cab on Camden High Street |
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But the driver smelt the paraffin and ran |
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I'd have driven it myself but the ibuprofen |
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Had just kicked in and my head was killing |
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I'm sure that Chumbawumba will understand |
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Sorry Dad, I know your father disapproved of Che Guevara |
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Kept his whistle whiter than a racist at a swimming pool |
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Times have changed, the rich don't care about |
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Total war or the death of the church |
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They just keep getting richer |
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Sorry Dad, I'm aware of the irony |
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But you know my trust fund runs til 2025 |
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No matter what I do |
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So until then I'll enjoy the benefit |
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Of a penthouse flat in Kensington |
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And once a year I'll run with the wolves |
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Oh, the injustice of life |
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Love, be a policeman tonight |
