| So you’ve tied your colours to the mast
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| Held up the white bag with the highest flag
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| Lock the bathroom door, boy, have a blast
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| Use the flush to justify the aftermath. |
| .. the aftermath
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| Oh look now, you’re a guest of the government
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| Oh caught out peering over the parapet
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| Look now you’re a guest of the government
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| So you’ve tied your colours to the tree
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| Try and bat back questions with certainty
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| Don’t forget your name though — that’s key
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| Let the flock take stock and curb the misery. |
| .. the misery
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| Oh look now, you’re the guest of the government
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| Oh caught out peering over the parapet
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| Look now you’re a guest of the government
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| Oh look now, you’re a guest of the government
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| Oh lined up like a pale-faced president
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| Look now you’re a guest of the government
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| Look — let’s speak of our flags and the fashionably late
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| The tug between those who come to drink and those to create
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| By the end of the night it’s all been granted the old news shrug
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| And we all fall gently in a comfortable hug
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| And with both eyes on the watch and a trip to the baltic states
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| And the love slowly conquers like rust on a gate
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| Though the surface can scratch you and the colour can fade
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| It’s the feeling that starts in the tips of your toes as we rise up again. |
| ..
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| as we rise up again
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| Oh look now, you’re the guest of the government
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| Oh caught out peering over the parapet
|
| Look now you’re a guest of the government
|
| Oh look now, you’re a guest of the government
|
| Oh lined up like a pale-faced president
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| Look now you’re a guest of the government |