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I choke on my words as I speak |
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Brain damaged citizens file along the street |
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A view from my window |
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A motorway intersection |
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Exhaust pipes at pram level |
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Now playgrounds are carparks |
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Wheels keep rolling round and round |
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Their feet hardly ever touch the ground |
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The tiger in the tank is a vile compound |
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Hold on to precious breath you're homeward bound |
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I've got to breathe, lead free |
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Breathe, lead free |
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Wheels keep rolling round and round |
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Their feet hardly ever touch the ground |
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The tiger in the tank is a vile compound |
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Hold on to precious breath you're homeward bound |
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I've got to breathe, high octane |
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Oh, oh, high octane |
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Wheels of Fortune keep rolling on |
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Five star fantasies of multi-storey power games |
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A money spinner |
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Bullets richochet just above my head |
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In a hole in the ground I make my bed |
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Wake up in the morning and find me dead |
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Load up my weapon and pump them full of lead |
