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Slough, its not a place of pondering poets or one of camera shy artists Just children painting pictures of factories as the sun goes down. Slough, its not a place of great ambition But its been on television Pointed out as one of Britain's unhappiest towns Slough, this where you live and you'll never want to leave You'll Never get to leave Slough, this is where you work Get to the factory, get to the factory x2 Slough,there aren't any tourists here No-one comes here because they fear The factories that I see every day The Bath Road smells of chocolate or marshmallows old ladies with skin saggy and sallow Smile happily on as the sun goes down over Slough. From Letras Mania