Lyrics:
verdict fell Four walls, washbasin, prison bed Well the Bathurst riots ended When they clubbed the rebels down And in every congregation There was
dripping, and got his works from under the washbasin. Wrapped in brown paper, back to his room, get every drop in the dropper. He rolled up his sleeve. Then
Ricky ? G.I. of misfortune... G.I. of misfortune... Poor little Rick Felt in his washbasin, Hands and legs
I splashed some water on my face But felt nothing With the heart loudly beating To a washbasin I cling The understanding Can't come to my head I'm so
And now nobody sees her, the girl with no body Dancing in the labyrinth alone And she stands at the washbasin looking glass Turns on the tap with
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