| I’m carrying the voices again
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| Don’t believe just comply
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| Double crossing between here and Hades
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| The two jaws of a lie
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| I’m just back from the underworld
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| I was signing my name
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| In the book of my ancestors
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| By the light of the flames
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| Between the rhythms of the living that I scratch
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| I meet the dead and they dictate their latest plans
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| I listen wide-eyed to the plans they’d like to hatch
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| They’re all reactionary, they’re Tories to a man
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| They’d like to cancel each advance since time began
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| And they sing: The errors we made, the mistakes that led us here
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| To save us getting lonely these must never disappear
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| Murderers and merchants, assassinations, wars
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| To wrap these vicious circles round the globe
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| That’s what we need a courier for
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| Got my critical faculties but
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| Hell doesn’t pay me to care
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| I’ve got the rights to my services
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| And I can take them elsewhere
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| (But where?)
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| I’m just back from the underworld
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| Found a mission that’s right
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| Hell’s rewarding me handsomely
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| So I’m paid on both sides
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| They showed me likenesses of the man my mother wed T H E CO U R I E R
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| Who won and windfall and a landslide at the polls
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| A man of principle after our hearts they said
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| He sent his speeches out to roost in vacant souls
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| Like rooks his thoughts will hover on
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| When he wings his way below
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| And they sing:
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| The errors we made, the mistakes that led us here
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| To save us getting lonely these must never disappear
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| Murderers and merchants, assassinations, wars
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| To wrap these vicious circles round the globe
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| That’s what we need a courier for
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| I’m a mixture of bloodtypes
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| I serve a couple of kings
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| On the horns of a hundred dilemmas
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| I’m being torn from limb to limb
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| I’m just back from the underworld
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| They say my progress is good
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| If I continue untrustworthy, devious
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| My admission’s assured
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| Hell’s a manner of speaking
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| Hell’s a gleam in our eye
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| It’s the way we get on in this world
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| Not where we go when we die
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| We all carry a language, we all carry a love
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| To keep them sublime to the end of the line
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| Please say that’s enough |