| Under the canopies
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| The bamboo beats
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| Sipping on Bombay Sapphires
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| I in this galaxy
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| I own these new streets
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| You’re nothing but a gangster with a can of worms
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| Now the few draw the many
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| It’s two to a penny
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| There’s no intrusion in this illusion
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| In fact there’s a few too many
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| Cause life’s in the bottle
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| Transmitted for rejuves
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| Grated sixteen tonnes
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| And a grip a new
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| He’ll still choose
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| What you see and do
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| But nobody move 'til it’s approved
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| The corporational order national
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| Unlimited surveillance in all locations
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| And the operations
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| In foreign relations
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| We’ll storm the forces of form invasion
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| Island states are the sign they say
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| You make the orders, I obey
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| My life’s great so why debate
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| So anything you say sir, right away
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| Sitting under the canopies
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| It’s the bamboo beats
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| Sipping on Bombay Sapphires
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| I in your galaxy
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| I own these new streets
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| You’re nothing but a gangster with a can of worms
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| In this galaxy, he’s a controller
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| Acting more like a gangster than a soldier
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| And the tragedy, now that he’s older
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| Is that he’s staring right back through the revolver
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| Safety is paramount
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| Or we’ll have you out
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| I wanna sing
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| Take it to the battleground
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| Protesting
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| We’ll help you put the banner down
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| Mass demand, that’s the masterplan
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| So pick the picket up
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| Stick it to the man
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| These lies and borders
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| Rely on orders
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| You’re life’s on the line
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| Gonna find deported
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| He needs four corners
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| There’s profit in war
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| One, two, three, four
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| Canopy
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| It’s the bamboo beats
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| Sipping on Bombay Sapphires
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| I own the galaxy
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| I own these new streets
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| You’re nothing but a gangster with a can of worms
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| Under the canopies
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| It’s the bamboo beats
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| Sipping on Bombay Sapphires
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| I in your galaxy
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| I own these new streets
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| You’re nothing but a gangster with a can of worms |