| Maidens in towers and knights on the town.
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| Shields up convinced that the barricade’s down.
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| Fighting in bars. |
| Fighting the cause.
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| Aches in the head, H20 in the wine.
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| Two hits off the mirror to help you unwind.
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| You’ll learn how to drink. |
| You’ll turn now to shrinks.
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| And he’ll say that your king of the castle.
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| Yes, you’re king in your castle, your glory
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| Your glory excels in the end.
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| Blood on the bypass. |
| You’re passing the pills.
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| They’re painted and plastic, make you feel ill,
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| Make you kick in the night. |
| You’re sick in the light.
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| A tramp chews a dog and a dog chews a tramp,
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| Tears holes in his raincoat and (house puts it down).
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| He counts up to nine. |
| He chokes on a coin.
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| But he’s king in his castle.
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| (…) king in his castle, his glory
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| His glory excels in the end.
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| Pagans in showers and kites on the downs.
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| Polka-dot patterns and strings turning round.
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| They shut out the sun. |
| Oh, what jolly fun!
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| But we’re kings in our castles
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| Yes we’re kings in our castles, our glory
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| Our glory excels in the end. |