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Freedmen say walk away standing in the shadow of one so great Little fish jelly fish intestate take a piece of me home to eat Too much thinking not enough drinking hammer and nail gloriously frail A longer funeral packing them in to throw their rubbish in my dustbin My dustbin my dustbin my dustbin Demigods of pissing looking at a picture with pieces missing Look fuck off you are boring Marmite of the masses *we've met* happiness People die for jingo people die for bingo all of my life I've been safe But the circus comes to town just not the same Throwing their rubbish in my dustbin My dustbin my dustbin my dustbin And a ridiculous state of affairs it's becoming less and less rare And my only regret was wearing flares and not killing the get Talk about the ozone talk about the weather They just picked the fucking wrong Junta Electro this and automatic uniforms Throwing their rubbish in my dustbin my dustbin my dustbin my dustbin From Letras Mania