| I don’t mean to interrupt you
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| I see you’ve had a few
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| I just want to understand you
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| Before I go to war with you
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| Like why you get so scared
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| Of the fragile weak and weird
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| We’re a nation in reverse
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| Trapped inside your hearse
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| And we’re all fucking morons
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| Don’t you know it’s true
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| We’re all fucking morons
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| My finger’s pointing straight at you
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| To all of Thatcher’s children
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| You can’t take your gold with you
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| And all the shops have closed
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| There’s just tombstones on the road
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| And everywhere there’s warnings
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| Don’t reject the Corbyns
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| We’re bystanders of disaster, liberal spectators, box set inhalers
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| We’re all fucking morons
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| Don’t you know it’s true
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| We’re all fucking morons
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| My finger’s pointing straight at you
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| Dismantled piece by piece
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| By the joyless and the nasty
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| By the privileged and the greedy
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| The dumb inherit nothing
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| Except the air between their screams
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| Take the blame for your own fuck ups
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| You let them do this to you
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| And we’re all fucking morons
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| Safe and lazy in your hives
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| And we’re all fucking morons
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| Insomniac sterile lives
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| We’re all fucking morons
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| My finger’s straight at you
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| The real cause is We’re all fucking morons
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| Don’t you realize |