| Here comes the sadist on his afternoon stroll
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| Trying to gather information
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| Like a holy roller trying to save my soul
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| From perpetual damnation
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| Now the andalusian ladies wave and blink and smile
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| While papa goes to work and takes a bit on the side
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| Just like nothing ever happened
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| They’re all manicured up within an inch of their lives
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| All this talk about contagion
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| But the sadist will need saving
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| When the curtain comes down
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| Oh the workers march in tandem down the hungry mile
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| Trying to makes the sadists listen
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| Given voice to all the problems of the rank and file
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| But he thinks it’s all a fiction
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| There’s reason why some people live their life on their knees
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| So the money lending jackals can go on as they please
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| Just like nothing ever happened
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| Privatise the profits — socialise the disease
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| All this talk about contagion
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| But the sadist will need saving
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| When the curtain comes down
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| Here comes the sadist on his afternoon stroll
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| Like a holy roller trying to save my soul
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| Holy rolling
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| Here comes the sadist on his afternoon stroll
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| Holy rolling |