| Oh, the systems fooling you
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| It drools and licks it’s lips at you
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| It slowly tiptoes in your eyes
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| Eclipsed, it leaves you blind
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| It’s Operator hour, what are you looking for?
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| Where you can do what you’re told, or do what you want
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| It’s operator hour, what are you looking for now?
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| Amidst the mystic English rain
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| She blows her pistols smokey rings
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| Oh won’t you listen out old fashioned one
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| Come take a sip of my revolution
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| She sucks me in her deepest pour
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| She raised the beast of Bodmin moor
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| There are no jobs for me and you
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| You know we’ve so much work to do
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| It’s Operator hour, what are you looking for?
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| Where you can do what you’re told, or do what you want
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| It’s operator hour, what are you looking for now?
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| And with every single lie
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| The defamation of our nation
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| Twinkles in your eye
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| The queen lays on the goldmine
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| While the elderly sleep cold
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| And the black door devil’s marching band continue to roll
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| On and on and on…
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| It’s Operator hour, what are you looking for?
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| Where you can do what you’re told, or do what you want
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| It’s operator hour, what are you looking for now?
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| It’s Operator hour, what are you looking for?
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| Where you can do what you’re told, or do what you want
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| It’s operator hour, what are you looking for now? |