| Animals come banging their drums
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| Street clears in summer
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| Kids run around, having their fun
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| Men are already drunk
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| A religious holiday’s begun
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| Maybe it’s because we have no sun
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| Marching begins, animals sing
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| Words that are twisted
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| To meanings of hate
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| Look at the face
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| Bitter and ready to fight
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| A religious holiday’s begun
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| Maybe it’s because we have no sun
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| Lost in the crowd, shouting out loud
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| Drinking my fill of a bottle of gin
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| I’ll do anything to help me
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| Forget about you
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| You’re full of it, you hopelessly flirt
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| With that girl who works in the pub for a night
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| But at closing time
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| You will be at my door
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| Tell me what it is I have to do?
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| I sacrifice everything for you
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| I was feeling so good
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| And the sun was shining
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| All I wanted was
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| To get across the street
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| I made my biggest mistake
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| When I left her
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| With a yelling match
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| And the broken kettle
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| I’m sick of this, you’re a little kid
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| I always have to bail you out
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| When you take off
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| With your drinking mates
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| And their idiot games
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| If you sing the songs
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| You half deserve to take a beat
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| They beat me up 'cos
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| I crossed the march
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| They said I need to learn
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| A bit of respect
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| But I am on their side
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| And I follow the team
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| When I get out of here
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| Somebody’s gonna get it |