| You were born with football boots and a sun tan complexion
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| You once thought that on reflection, you’d really got it made
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| You shrugged and smiled and made the usual excuses
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| You suffered small abuses, and settled for their pay
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| You want to learn to live like earnerest the crat (an aristocrat)
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| You bought your girlfriends earrings well that soon put paid to that
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| And if the whole world came crashing, down around your ears
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| You could dream of stuck old wallpaper and crystal chandeliers
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| You cashed in your cards now you want to buy some glamour
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| You really are enamoured, with that new soap on a rope
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| A thousand fat comedians came in disguised as clerics
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| They got you in histerics, and walked off with your soul
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| And with that cheap, skate, royalty, you get your flag and wave
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| Well I saw you on TV grinning at the motorcade
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| Pretty soon we’ll hang the traitors, string them up like drapes
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| So we can ride around like Steve McQueen in the great escape
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| You hung around to long, your mother read your letters
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| You grinned like a go-getter, come and got and gone
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| The time the morning slips, blends into your wallpaper
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| And once you could escape her, but where did you go wrong
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| And your fathers at the factory that makes money seeling guns
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| To fight the wars that spends the lives of all the peoples sons
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| Pretty soon we’ll hang the traitors, and we’ll string them up like drapes
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| So we can ride around like Steve McQueen in the great escape
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| You were born with football boots and a sun tan complexion
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| You once thought that on reflection, you’d really got it made
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| You once thought that on reflection, you’d really got it made |