6.7, 6.7...
God's place is in heaven...
With a nine.
Under five and in the corner
for a session in the sauna.
Naked, being born again -
they're sliding down the chute.
And the garden's looking fine. There's lots of water, lots of lime and captain spends most of his time in the
deckchair.
And there's weeping in the queue, and Lady Gwyneth's weeping too - sickened, yet she voted blue. She knows it.
And night patrols are doing rounds. Now there's Tower complex, Tower Town.
Population's going down,
but we're great again...
We're great again

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