| And there’s a big concert going down in this town
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| People cannot see society had broken down
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| I sat upon the green grass but it just brought me down
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| And the wife said 'get up' and it just brought me round
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| Fly ladybird, get right outta town
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| Use your transparent wings
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| Ladybird fly, fly ladybird
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| Green grass was purple black and speckled all around
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| Round the ring, this croat town
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| The gas was obnoxious
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| It made me settle down, so I sat down
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| And the guy said 'get up' and it just brought me down
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| Fly ladybird, ladybird flee
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| Get right outta town, use your transparent wings
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| Above the leaping flames, get right outta here
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| Flee ladybird, ladybird fly
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| Pomerania is burning down
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| Your family is gone, shot dead
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| Get right out of it
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| See the epaulette
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| Death: to let
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| Small change attached
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| I thought it was there but it just brought me down
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| Ripped the magazine open, it brought me round
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| Green grass was clear in the boundary zone
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| Grass faded into wimpy brick in the ground
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| Mother’s somewhere in pomerania, but pomerania is burning down
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| Ein kleine meisterwork, settled in my bones
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| Fly! |
| fly ladybird
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| Get right off the ground
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| Use your transparent wings
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| Get right outta here |