Dictum: vestige of the euro-bore

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It's a good life bowing to a tyrant



Gone

Christian gang chants sweet

Regional

Keep your head down for the moment



(that now suit is now in bucket

It's a good life, europe)



Avoid the dismantled old heads stuck in bloody plant pots

All looking at them

Forgetting the endless drive against nature

City dweller



Must we base ourselves again into organic mud?

You're well welcome to it

Get out of my city you mediocre pseuds

And take those red-tie bastards

Who put up the olympic flag with you

They walk around leering at young girls in packs

Worse than any yobs



(.....catalonian)



It's january 20th

Euro-bore i support media

Keep olympic bidding



City dweller

Backwards

More than you can ever know

Mr cab driver

What do you want

Mr cab driver



City dweller



This hillbilly cab driver

He has submerged himself into the pyche of the average

Cab driver

They love me, they knock off 10 to 15 pence

This is wandering

Those casual days are over and dull

Dull



Agricultural gangs chant for sweet freedom



Get out of my city

You mediocre pseud

And take those red tight bastards with you

City dweller



They should remember there's nothing worse

Than a half-educated grim red dwarf

City dweller

Cuts up

Cab driver, cab driver

Oh mr cab driver



(he's up there now, listening to us, i know he is)



Why do you leave a a poxy card?

Oh mr cab driver



What do about it?



Too much to drink

Too many dugs

Too much sex

Too young


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