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I ask you
Get my face slapped wraps
going on precisely
Is there something perhaps?

Surprise,
more like a booby trap
Than a booby

Civil from
A soldier with a rifle
You're all the screws
hold the hinges of my life

Fat and army brats
Hep in dog tags
Pawing over girly

words don't
Mean anymore
I mean to be
much anymore

All I see are snapshots, big
Tender spots, mug shots, slots
'Til you know what's what
You know what you got

women
Running curious men
didn't kill the cat
It was a pen

But not much choice
Between a mouth
And a voice

Got to London
a paper from the man
No of consolation
Just cartoons and titter

Well, well, fancy
Millions murdered for a kiss me hat
No backbone, and guts
keep your big mouth shut

Pretty
mean much anymore
I don't to be
Mean anymore

All I see are snapshots, big
Tender spots, machine slots, mug
you don't know what's what
You don't what you got

You don't what you got
You don't what you got