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It's brown, lives in the ground, it's myopic... (laughter)
It's brown, lives in the ground, it's myopic... (laughter) It's the mole!! |
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There's a place where I can hide away
Just for a little holiday In the house of a friend we know and love Called Nan True's Hole - All right darlin' let's get on, we haven't got much time. - Um... get on with what? - Well, darlin' you know what, um, what we're here for don't you? - A-actually, I'm not quite sure. - What do you mean, not quite sure? What did you come here for? - I came here, uh, to find out. - You mean... How old are you ? - Well, I'm... I'm near... getting near forty, actually. - What, and you mean you don't know? How come you don't know? What've you been doing all your life? - Well, I've had a very nice life. I've had a very good life, but I must admit I don't know what I'm here for. - Well, you're a funny one, aren't you? All right, we'll have to help you out then. First of all... I think first of all you'd better take off your trousers. - Uh, take off my trousers, yes... How's that? - That's a start. Now, come over here... That feels nice, doesn't it? - Oh yes, very nice. Very nice. Lovely... That's lovely... Ooh, that is nice... - Well, how was that? There's a place where I can hide away Just for a little holiday In the house of a friend we know Called Nan True's Hole |
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Look, see the people at the top
Come down the right hand lane In Belgium, Greece and Portugal In France and sunny Spain My radical cheek is soft and meek But I'll kill if I must I'd rather have the Chinese here Than Europe on me thrust I'd rather have the Chinese here Than Europe on me thrust You may say I'm muddled up Should stick to chords and tunes But he shan't stay there While he lives in fear of rich and pompous goons But he shan't stay there While he lives in fear of rich and pompous goons A home for the warm and a home for the wonderful! I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours! A home for the warm and a home for the wonderful! I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours! |
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Like so many of you
I've got my doubts about how much to contribute To the already rich among us... How long can I pretend that music's more relevant Than fighting for a socialist world? Someone watching us - knows I'm bad Black plastic along blue-black wall Small square of places where dead men can look through Run along and see the prison bar Throw a stone across an empty road You and your friend will be found Outside the daydream I've woken up to watch you sleep... |
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What on Earth are you doing, God?
Is this some sort of joke you're playing? Is it 'cause we didn't pray? Well I can't see the point of the word without the action Are you just hot air, breathing over us and over all? Is it fun watching us all? Where's your son? We want him again! And next time you send your boy down here Give him a wife and a sexy daughter Someone we can understand Who's got some ideas we can use, really relate to We've all read your rules, tried them Learnt them in school, then tried them They're impossible rules And you've made us look fools Well done, God, but now please... Don't hunt me down, for Heaven's sake! You know that I'm only joking, aren't I? Pardon me, I'm very drunk! But I know what I'm trying to say And it's nearly night time And we're still alone Waiting for something unknown, still waiting So throw down a stone, or something Give us a sign, for Christ's sake! |
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