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You were born with football boots and a sun tan complexion |
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You once thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made |
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You shrugged and smiled and made the usual excuses |
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You suffered small abuses, and settled for their pay |
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You want to learn to live like earnerest the crat (an aristocrat) |
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You bought your girlfriends earrings well that soon put paid to that |
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and if the whole world came crashing, down around your ears |
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You could dream of stuck old wallpaper and crystal chandeliers |
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You cashed in your cards now you want to buy some glamour |
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You really are enamoured, with that new soap on a rope |
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A thousand fat comedians came in disguised as clerics |
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They got you in histerics, and walked off with your soul |
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and with that cheap, skate, royalty, you get your flag and wave |
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Well I saw you on TV grinning at the motorcade |
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Pretty soon we'll hang the traitors, string them up like drapes |
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So we can ride around like Steve McQueen in the great escape |
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You hung around to long, your mother read your letters |
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You grinned like a go-getter, come and got and gone |
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The time the morning slips, blends into your wallpaper |
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and once you could escape her, but where did you go wrong |
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and your fathers at the factory that makes money seeling guns |
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To fight the wars that spends the lives of all the peoples sons |
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Pretty soon we'll hang the traitors, and we'll string them up like drapes |
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So we can ride around like Steve McQueen in the great escape |
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You were born with football boots and a sun tan complexion |
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You once thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made |
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You once thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made |
