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I can barely keep the pace As I bolt out the door The watershed dissolves Into families at war The crude tube bogs me out With a cucumber sandwich Between the cause And the emotional damage What on earth is it you take me for Is your ego doing battle with the ratings Mocking the afflicted to the very core Take responsibility for your failings Matron! (Take the money, open the box) (Take the money, open the box) The problem as I see it And I'm not one to judge But your void of compassion Takes a dive in the sludge What on earth is it you take me for Do you judge me purely on the ratings Letras de cancionesYou bend me like a pretzel, now I'm down on all fours The money box is open for the takings Matron! Abigail and Brittney perform the truffle shuffle They are having a go in all the kerfuffle Now don't squirm in your chair, you are the sole director So just pull the fucking plug out from its connector Gawping at the dot, disappear into the screen Stand up to attention for your country and queen Fellow brothers and sisters, follow your instinct Avoid being sucked into the prosperous jive (Take the money, open the box) (Take the money, open the box) I can barely keep the pace as I bolt out the door The ninth bell tolls and it's Pussy Galore What on earth is it you take me for Do you judge me purely on the ratings You bend me like a pretzel, now I'm down on all fours The money box is open for the takings What on earth is it you take me for Do you judge me purely on the ratings If I bend just a little further more I'm likely to chuck up upon your failings' railings What on earth is it you take me for Do you judge me purely on the ratings You bend me like a pretzel, now I'm down on all fours The money box is open for the takings From Letras Mania