| No hope for the village, no hope for the village
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| A merchant’s in our midst and with a barrel fist
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| He’s coloured every surface, he’s slapped up a portrait
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| And yes, it is his own! |
| He’s gonna take your home!
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| Have you seen our visitor? |
| Look! |
| Over the treetops!
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| Newly conjured erections are making him a killing
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| And Richmond St. is illing, so the graduates are willing
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| To buy in to the pillage, now there’s no hope for the village
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| Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp
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| When he was a young man, he conjured up a firemare
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| Burnt off both his eyebrows and half a head of hair
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| And then as an apprentice, he took a drowish mistress
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| Who bestowed upon his youthfulness a sense of champagne chic
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| His seduction, his seduction to the world of construction
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| Now his mind will start to wander when he’s not at his computer
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| And his massive genitals refuse to cooperate
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| No amount of therapy can hope to save his marriage
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| Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp
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| Can you hear them talking? |
| Listen through the wall:
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| «Nothing to do, nothing to do
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| Living rent-free is boring me
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| Got no use for my PE Degree
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| Got no use for my pedigree
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| Hedi Slimane
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| And agnès b
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| I’m not content
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| I’m not content
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| Donna Karan
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| And Kara Saun
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| I’m not content
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| I’m not content»
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| I feed you every morning and ask so little
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| But you belittle all the work, all the work that I do
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| When you take that walk without permission
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| I’m not defensive, I’m just saying this cause I love you
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| You know I hate it when your friends are in the pool
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| Old money stinks, send those faggots back to Forest Hill
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| Contentment? |
| What contentment? |
| I am bald and impotent
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| Is that what it’s about? |
| Oh honey, honey, shut your mouth" |