| Miscellaneous
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| To Be Free
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| To Be Free
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| By Strawbs
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| The gilt-edged invitation came
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| And I said, «What can this mean
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| To attend the coronation
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| As the first guest of the Queen
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| And sit upon her right hand
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| Where the Prince is mostly seen?»
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| The maids of honour stared at me
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| And register surprised
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| To see a man of such good taste
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| Appear before their eyes
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| Now being rather humble
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| I adopted a disguise
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| As the Minister of State
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| For Mass Environment Controls
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| Who condemn the working classes
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| For inhabiting the holes
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| That belong to Queen and Country
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| But do not permit their souls
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| To be free like me
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| The perspex chandelier
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| Began to melt and slip away;
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| One million candle-powered
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| It kept the night at bay
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| While the power station workers
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| Were busy making hay
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| The workers in the fields
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| Were engaged in self-defence
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| Which involved the use of barbed wire
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| As a self-containing fence
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| But as a means of self-protection
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| It was needlessly immense
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| I stopped to ask them for a light
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| They pointed at the sun
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| Which raised their hopes of harvesting
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| A better crop than guns
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| Can ever mass-produce
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| At the expense of anyone
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| Who is free like me
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| The solitary peasant
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| In his home above the lake
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| Raised high on woooden stilts
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| Has made the singular mistake
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| Of revolutionary conduct
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| At the celebration wake
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| His urban counterpart
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| Engaged in mundane occupation
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| Enjoys the chance of laughing
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| At the Queen’s humiliation
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| At the hands of Ministers of State
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| For Rehabilitation
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| Now the power station worker
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| Though his aim is too disjointed
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| Finds himself around the corner;
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| While his gun is never pointed
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| He is ever at the ready
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| He desires to be annointed
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| And be free like me |