| Your prose is elegant as you demonstrate contempt, it’s true
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| And the targets you attack mostly deserve a whack from you
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| Yes you’re entertaining
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| You fill up the page
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| Fill it up with your rage
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| But now there’s a doubt over the wisdom you hand out in spades
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| Please tell us which you think is the country we should next help invade
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| What a bloody carnage you cheered us into
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| And the others like you
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| You never wore a uniform
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| Unless it was a uniform of a school or youth organization
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| But from watching others do
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| What they would never do holds a sad fascination
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| And now I’m reminded by feelings so strong
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| Of Bernie Taupin’s lyric to Sir Elton’s song
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| Can you say the hardest word?
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| 'Cause you demand apologies
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| From public figures on their knees
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| As you invite them to say «So long»
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| So let’s hear your rendition
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| Of words of contrition
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| For getting it so wrong
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| Would you like to say something? |
| (Something)
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| Would you like to say sorry? |
| (Sorry)
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| Sorry (Sorry)
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| That’s S-O-R-R-Y |