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They talked to the sister, the father and the motherWith a microphone in one hand and a check book in the otherAnd the camera noses in to the tears on her faceThe tears on her faceThe tears on her faceYou can put them back together with your paper and pasteBut you can`t put them back togetherYou can`t put them back togetherWhat would you sayWhat would you doChildren and animals two by twoGive me the needleGive me the ropeWe`re going to melt them down for pills and soapGive me the needleGive me the ropeWe`re going to melt them down for pills and soapFour and twenty crowbars, jemmy your desireOut of the frying pan into the fireThe King is in the counting houseSome folk have all the luckAnd all we get are pictures of Lord and Lady MuckThey come from lovely people with a hard line in hypocrisyThere are ashtrays of emotion for the fag ends of the aristocracyLetras de cancionesThe sugar coated pill is getting bitterer stillYou think your country needs you but you know it never willSo pack up your troubles in a stolen handbagDon`t dilly dally boys rally round the flagGive us your daily bread in individual slicesAnd something in the daily rag to cancel any crisis From Letras Mania