| A makeshift parlour game
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| Of treachery and shame
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| A nest of sin and vice
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| Informant’s paradise
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| All ears and all the same
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| The rat’s assembly line
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| We work in shifts then rest
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| Our ears are always fresh
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| For every bird a song
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| Sure as your life is long
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| A bird for every jail
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| For every rat his tale
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| Some friends of yours we met
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| Have echoed our request
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| The table has been set
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| And you’re the honored guest
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| Article 128 could hardly be more clear
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| By order of the council you are always welcome here
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| You remind me of the wine
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| Not running out tonight
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| No need to check the time
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| No difference day or night
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| Judgment has her kiln and justice her baton
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| The people have their will and truth her blindfold on
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| Article 128 could hardly be more clear
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| By order of the council you are always welcome here
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| Windows are nothing but glass, so easily shattered
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| Shutters are nothing but wood, so easily cut
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| Walls are but plaster and lath, no match for a hammer
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| Spirits are nothing but fires, so easily snuffed
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| All ears and all the time
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| The rat’s assembly line
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| We work in shifts then rest
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| Our ears are always fresh
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| Some friends of yours we met
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| Have echoed our request
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| The table has been set
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| And you’re the honored guest
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| Article 128 could hardly be more clear
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| By order of the council you are always welcomed here
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| Long as you’re still breathing you can sign the questionnaire
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| Surely your rendition will be more extraordinaire |