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He is the people's post and all the people know itThey've read his published stories in public lavatoriesIn town and country locals he's Mr. AntisocialHis violence does the talking those boots weren't made for walkingHe's a coldblooded vulture he won't respect your cultureHe's nothing like your good self he's come to burn your bookshelfHe'll gobble up your children destroy what you've been buildingAnd when you're left to suffer he'll vivisect your motherHe is the Lord and master of every war and disasterEvery disease and famine, a place of cunning planningHe was in Vietnam he is the Ku Kluts KlanHe was the child catcher he gave us Margaret ThatcherOne day the Devil was in high good humor for he had created a mirrorWhich made everything good and beautiful reflected in it shrink to almostNothing, and everything bad and ugly stand out more clearly than ever.All the little imps who went to the Devil's school ran around with theMirror until there was nowhere and no one that had not been distorted in it. The Devil was much amused, and the mirror itself grinned wickedly.Then the little imps decided to fly up to heaven and make fun of God andHis angles. The higher they carried the mirror, the more it grinned, untilIt was shaking so hard with laughter that it slipped out of their handsAnd fell to earth, where it broke into millions of pieces.Letras de cancionesAnd then it caused even more trouble than before, because all the tinySplinters, scarcely the size of a grain of sand, went flying around theWorld, and whenever a splinter flew into anyone's eye, it had the samePower as the whole mirror, and made people see everything distorted.Sometimes a splinter of glass even entered someone's heart, which wasWorst of all, for then that person's heart was turned to ice.And by his royal appointment there'll be no more enjoymentThere will be no more bandera no more service will be renderedThe shops will not be open until he sees you brokenYou've got to give him credit the poor man's Norman TebbittCruelty without beauty, beyond the call of dutyAnd beyond my understanding I find it so demandingI wish I could forget it and be more apatheticIt's just it bothers me so how anyone could be soEvil From Letras Mania