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a shove You see the red mist and you kick off Pensioner punch up Pensioner punch up Pensioner punch up Pensioner punch up Rearrange onto the front
Pensioner's waiting for leap year to come And the young singer's waiting to sing And there's a gardener outside a big estate Waiting for the grass
and nannies Wiry pensioners clacking their dentures Crooks and nannies Crooks and nannies The joint is ridiculous with crooks and nannies We're all up in this
Pensioner's waiting for leap year to come and the young singer's waiting to sing and there's a gardener outside a big estate waiting for the grass
time here had just begun Watching pages of Tolstoy yellowing in the sun Listening to all of Anna's regrets And to naked pensioners laughing in thick
shows Is the length of the gap between truths Imprison any feeling usually displayed And they wave white sheets from roofs Pushchair to pensioner no-one
staten köper aktier av rika Så dom inte gör någon förlust Hörs inga röster skrika Om manipulation av kapitalets börs Vi har inga pengar till pensioner och
the bathtub That sounds kind of unpleasant They say life begins at 50 And I don't see anything But pensioner adventures Take a right and the post office A left
Tommy, Tommy Now Tommy was a pensioner, an O.A.P. He’d fought in both wars, for you and me Lived in the city, in a cold damp home He lived the last
ahead You can write books on the Good side of town But no one can do it like me Teenager adulthood Pensioner firewood Now can you see what they did
Lowkey but they know me in the area If you check my account You'll think it was a pensioner's Young boy but the P's be old All the dreams that were sold
caught by the throat And my tarpaulin flaps like a pensioner's coat Ah, honey, please be there when I get home All my friends are on the pogey. I'm
you got no soul Country life's the life for me In ten more years I'll a pensioner be The younger lad knows when the girls are out But you might
that doesn't care I'm a starving third world mother A refugee without a home I'm a house wife hooked on Valium I'm a Pensioner alone I'm
on Valium I'm a Pensioner alone I'm a cancer ridden specter Covering the earth I'm another hungry baby I'm an accident of birth.
I'm a starving third world mother A refugee without a home I'm a house wife hooked on Valium I'm a Pensioner alone I'm a cancer ridden specter
as The pensioners grow cold Tell me how can poor men Stand such times and live Tell me how can poor men Stand such times and live Just tell me how can poor men Stand
A refugee without a home I'm a house wife hooked on Valium I'm a Pensioner alone I'm a cancer ridden specter Discovering the earth I'm another
without a home And a pensioner in need Those whose lives are ruled by dogma Are waiting for a sign The Better Dead Than Red Brigade Are listening
hell to freeze over This is the land where nothing changes The land of red buses and blue blooded babies This is the place, where pensioners are
wife hooked on Valium I'm a Pensioner alone I'm a cancer ridden specter Covering the earth I'm another hungry baby I'm an accident of birth
without a home And a pensioner in need Those whose lives are ruled by dogma Are waiting for a sign The Better Dead Than Red Brigade Are listening
won't listen Oh no what a town, this town can really get you down Oh what a state to be run by a senile clown Pensioners don't need to go all around
I say a prayer for those who Unlike me Suffer some form of brutality I get no kicks from mugging pensioners I don't believe that that's all
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