| We once made things from steel now we’re only stealing past inspirations
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| You’ll never have free reign switching channels for inspiration
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| When all our strange relations the strange relate
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| As proud as a punch drunk stealing other peoples old junk
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| And all he finds is old perverts overcoats
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| Who were to tall you fat boy bugger all in dirty overalls
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| Stealing toilet rolls the fucking arseholes
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| In aardvark tee-shirts in pretty little mini skirts
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| Long stay wedding plans tonight of all nights
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| Garlic disasters in the name of creamy pastas
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| You bastard you dream *of fucking gangsters*
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| You follow rules of engagement and then I feel it now
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| You tell me not a derailing
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| And I need digital TV like I need conjuring trickery
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| Or assailing and all I demand
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| As proud as a punch drunk who’s stealing other peoples junk
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| And all he finds is old perverts overcoats
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| Who were to tall and your fat boy bugger all in dirty overalls
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| Who’s stealing toilet rolls the fucking assholes
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| In aardvark tee-shirts in your pretty little mini skirts
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| Long stay wedding plans tonight of all nights
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| Their life full of pantyhose meets technicolour dreamcoats |