| I’ve seen the carnage that you’ve caused
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| Smelt the power you’ve absorbed
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| Been a witness to every crime
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| And I’m dissatisfied all the time
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| I wonder how you can sleep at night
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| You’re slumping to an all new record height
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| You won’t be forgotten for a long time
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| You had your pound of flesh now Iwant mine
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| We’ve got a hero
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| We have a laugh
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| He wears a yellow tartan scarf, a sense of humour
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| He’s a real star see Rupert in a fridge too far
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| Contempt for wealth is all you breed
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| Construct a conscience for all your greed
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| Your restrictions they cut me deep
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| And when you demise, I will not weep
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| But life goes on they can’t touch your mind
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| You’re the scourge of all mankind
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| Now I ain’t no portrait, I don’t fly no flag
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| You’re the ambassador of hate, a diplomatic bag
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| Slap on the sanctions
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| Show us some grit
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| You’ve built your fence, now sit on it
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| I hope all your dreams, go up in smoke
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| 'cause he who laughs last, didn’t get the joke
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| The Fridge connection
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| The Fridge connection ii
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| Fridge on the River Kwai
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| Heartbreak Fridge
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| A Fridge on Elm Street
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| Friday I, ii. |
| Iii
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| The last little Fridge in Texas
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| One flew over the Fridge |