| Hey, in the pouring rain
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| When the smell of terror brings a thousand eyes
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| The red men come again
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| They kill my children and they kill my wife
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| And then they leave me bleeding
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| Family dead, just freaking out, bleeding
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| Stoned in the gutter, empty of my colour
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| I’m fried, fried, ticking in the side
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| Body twitched from side to side
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| I’m fried, fried, ticking in the side
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| Body twitched from side to side
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| Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
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| You’ve got to run for an hour and you’re still not done
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| You’ve got to run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
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| Away, away, away, away, away
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| Hey, in the ice and snow
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| When the call-up sounds to the real in deed
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| But do you really wanna know
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| How we rode into freedom on whimsy and greed?
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| And greed said your time is over
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| I don’t see any gallant calls
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| I don’t see an inch of reflex
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| 'cept to leave me bleeding
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| Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding
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| Reynard left and went to Warwickshire
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| To a mound near a railway line with canals and a freezing swamp
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| He climbs high up above the countryside and breathes freely
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| To the south he could see Polesworth
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| And to the North he could just make out the ruins of the priory
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| Where Joss and I played cricket as children
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| We were only 3 miles away (Have you heard about the orphan)
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| Probably drinking tea and talking (Sitting by the coffin)
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| At the same time as he was (Have you heard about the orphan)
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| Taking the stanley knife out of the bag (Sitting by the coffin)
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| He pushed the point (His Father’s not a sinner no more, oh no)
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| Into his stomach (His Father’s not a sinner no more)
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| Until the light shone right through
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| And then he reached down
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| And he took the bag
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| It’s a plastic bag
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| With plastic handles
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| And plastic sides
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| And
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| And
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| And
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| And
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| AND
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| HE SPILLED HIS GUTS ALL OVER THE STAGE
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| HE SPILLED HIS GUTS ALL OVER THE STAGE |