Air Marshal Landing bourgeoisie

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Down and dirty, dusty roads
Dance with a shovel watch blisters grow
Watch withered warriors toss and turn
Grunt under the heels of the fortunate, the lucky
Oh the scum of French royalty
Scum between the toes of royal feet
Thirty seconds too long, thirty seconds too late
Never get excited, never get too excited.
Oh the bourgeoisie, all aboard to c’est la vie
Toss a towel, wipe your feet
On the pilgrim saints who made the bourgeoisie.
Golden carriage, iron fist
Beating down all who resist
Swinging softly from chandeliers
I know the words you don’t want to hear
Under the guise of the pampered few
You and I are pilgrims too
Oh the bourgeoisie, all aboard to c’est la vie
Toss a towel, wipe your feet
On the pilgrim saints who made the bourgeoisie
On the pilgrim saints who made the bourgeoisie.
And you never get excited, no
You never get excited, no
You never get excited, no
Oh no, oh no

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