| The man from the north enters the tube
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| Wriggles his way to the perspex cube
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| The man from the south dissolves in his mouth
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| A lozenge of Sempreverde
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| The man from the north and the man from the south
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| One by the brain, one by the mouth
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| Climb through the tube into the cube
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| Of the perspex Japanese garden
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| And in the pines a tiny sun shines
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| Birds small as insects fly through the air
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| The panda unzips the skin of a pig
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| Flops himself down in the garden
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| Fiddle me blank, fiddle me blind
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| All the young girls fiddle their minds
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| Jilly and Debbie and everyone’s here
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| All for the Sempreverde
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| Giants and fairies and strange effigies
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| Sacred and artificial trees
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| Dragons and serpents and fish and birds
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| In the perspex Japanese garden
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| Otto the rich, Otto the poor
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| Spilling the stuff on the party floor
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| The past is so sad, the present is worse
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| Thank heaven we haven’t a future
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| The world fills with trash and eskimo ash
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| Clouds of white gas floating in from the past
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| Crawl to the cashpoint, bring me the cash
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| And I’ll get you the Sempreverde
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| I said, «I'm going to rape you», she said, «Okay»
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| I said, «Don't say okay because then it’s not rape»
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| She said, «Okay, I won’t say okay»
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| On two tabs of Sempreverde
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| Evergreen Sempreverde |