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Watching, |
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From a post up high, |
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From where you see the ships afar, |
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From a well trained eye, |
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The waves all keep on crashing by, |
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If you are the light post, |
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Then you own the working class, |
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But if you want the answers, |
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You better give a piece of ass, |
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Give a piece of your ass, |
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Warning, |
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Post hypnotic suggestions, |
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Running the ships ashore, |
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The orange light that follows, |
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Will soon proclaim itself a god, |
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If you point your questions, |
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The fog will surely chew you up, |
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But if you want the answers, |
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You better get ready for the fire, |
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Get ready for the fire, |
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The ships are multiplying day after day sir, |
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And they're coming close to the shore sir, shore sir, |
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We need to evacuate the light post, |
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It's all over, it's all over It's all over . |
