| The crack in the wall is spinning in a post war whirlpool
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| I’m to slow; |
| it cuts me to the quick
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| Who am I, scoot 'n' trifle
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| In a steamboat’s wet box
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| Now I know the reason that I am sinking
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| I am alive and I wonder how
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| If looks could kill, they’d be rotten by now
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| Born to roam with a TV in
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| It comes alive and shows me an idiot grin
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| ? |
| Blossing? |
| information, at recruiting centres
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| Round up boys, for their idea of fun
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| Weapons, need to exercise my index finger
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| Scratching on the trigger of a gun
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| I could run or get blown away when nothing’s fair
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| We’re into warfare today
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| My superior waves me in
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| He clicks his heals and shows me an idiot grin
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| I am alive and I wonder how
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| If looks could kill, I’d be rotten by now
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| Born to roam with a TV in
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| It comes alive and shows me an idiot grin
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| I’m lying for someone else to bark the question
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| I could pose and show it to the door
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| I could manage to extend my lease on life
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| In no-man's land, but I’ve been there before
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| On and fighting, you metal head
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| A steal brace skirt and stockings instead |
| I will believe my next of kin
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| Would slap my back and show me an idiot grin |