| If you can come at all, boys, then come to Scatterseed
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| Come to rack and ruin, you’ll be very glad you did
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| Surrounded by the girls, boys, dressed in sun and slap
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| Giving you their love, boys, and giving you the clap, hey
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| Well never speak of empire, boys, or opportunity
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| If you come to rack and ruin then you come to run to seed
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| Decay is half the point when you’re greedy for the sun
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| A little of what you fancy in the face of what’s to come, hey
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| Cos here we ache like Gregory Corso
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| Make love like Enrico Caruso
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| Walk like Leonardo, croak like Valentino
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| Spook like Robinson Crusoe
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| Our virtue always was really something of a farce
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| A turgid public show to keep the neighbours in the dark
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| If your unfulfilled ambition is to be an old disgrace
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| A blackguard and scoundrel with a gargoyle for a face
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| You’ll fit right in round here, boys, where everybody acts
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| As if the future were a fiction and the past were just a fact, hey
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| And here we ache like Gregory Corso
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| Make love like Enrico Caruso
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| Walk like Leonardo, croak like Valentino
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| And spook around like Robinson Crusoe, hey
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| And so to bed on the Isle of Scatterseed
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| Why should being a pig be for everyone but me
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| My human days are gone, boys, I’m beastly after all
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| And so I shall arise, boys, and so I shall a-fall, hey |