The Anti-Pigeon Device
Slough
Slough, its not a place of pondering poetsor one of camera shy artistsJust children painting pictures of factories as the sun goes down.Slough, its not a place of great ambitionBut its been on televisionPointed out as one of Britain's unhappiest townsSlough, this where you liveand you'll never want to leaveYou'll Never get to leaveSlough, this is where you workGet to the factory, get to the factory x2Slough,there aren't any tourists hereNo-one comes here because they fearThe factories that I see every dayThe Bath Road smells of chocolate or marshmallowsold ladies with skin saggy and sallowSmile happily on as the sun goes down over Slough.
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