| Revolutions come and go
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| But we’ll just have to wait
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| The time is nigh to sit and plot
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| Exactly who you hate
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| Sirens in the neighbourhood
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| The gun must be misunderstood
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| A warden in a pool of blood
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| The palace laugh and so they should
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| So they should
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| Across the world in every coup
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| A thousand guns without a clue
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| If only all the people knew
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| They’ve got their sight set up on you
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| Every war is always cursed
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| With, «Just who do you shoot at first?»
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| Think real hard and think Sandhurst
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| Take an officer; | 
| he’s the worst
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| He’s the worst, he’s the worst
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| Governments will rise and fall
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| But royalty’s still there
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| Don’t worry if it’s queen or duke
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| Try scything down the pair
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| And if you class the palace staff
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| As devil’s advocator
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| Just put them in an incubator
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| And we’ll deal with them later
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| Just a little bit later
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| (Ba ba, da)
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| We’ll deal with you later
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| (Ba ba, da)
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| We’ll deal with you later
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| Just put them in an incubator (Ba ba, da)
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| And we’ll deal with them later
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| Just throw them to the alligators (Ba ba, da)
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| And we’ll deal with them later
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| So be wary of the liquidator (Ba ba, da)
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| 'Cause we’ll deal with you later
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| Just put them in an incubator (Ba ba, da)
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| And we’ll deal with you later
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| (Ba ba, ba)
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| We’ll deal with you later
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| (Ba ba, ba)
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| We’ll deal with you later, later |