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First line last line a tick from the mad man
Tambourine Sam hit the bells hard like van damme
Ramshackle both hands slam into a shoe box
Tick a tock a clock watch a band from the right
incited heavy violence with bottles, bricks, bits and bobs
scared the tyrants
innocence we all got sirens
sound from the silence
Migrants run up through your tunnels, end up in the highlands
Bygones are long gone
and my love is oh so realistically near none
strongest still here son
car parked argument a man woman re-run
the same old backchat targetting the loved one
highly strong person
staggers round old london
knows most mans from the harlesden to junction
blaggered off a potion
approachin'
polka dot loves with a notion
an unprovoked token

She's away, get away get away on a holiday
Ain't no need to be givin' notice
She's away, get away get away on a holiday
Ain't no need to be givin' notice

No corner stone turned over
I come with a creak through the floorboard
crack when you bunning on your sofa
shiver down your sides long time
a cold shoulder drive your man awake way like daisy
chauffered for them five minutes
a fucking soldiers shellshock patient trapped in on your own
blood red water drank from the river
since trouble ( ) they poisoning your liver
first line and last line the fuck you can figure
all this stress is the finger on the trigger
bootlickin country a ( ) russia
just don't wanna tell you stop now or never
with a tripped up bootleg and the vinyl skipping
soundtrack to ( )
bought from a man with the yellow stained tongue
I got the strum ()
I'm halfway up the wall to where my song got sung
of the crimes we done
the time we done
about the son he shunned
from much too young
( ) far flung with a stone unturned
they seemed to be burnt from the mic mans angry
the pockets too jangly
the prophets go start and stumble
walls of jericho crumble
the screaming of the innocents trapped in the rubble.

She's away, get away get away on a holiday
Ain't no need to be givin' notice
She's away, get away get away on a holiday
Ain't no need to be givin' notice

Well I thank you all very much for coming this evening.
It really made my night.
It would have been real strange here if nobody would a showed up.
First line last line a tick from the mad man   Tambourine Sam hit the bells hard like van damme   Ramshackle both hands slam into a shoe box   Tick a tock a clock watch a band from the right   incited heavy violence with bottles, bricks, bits and bobs   scared the tyrants   innocence we all got sirens   sound from the silence   Migrants run up through your tunnels, end up in the highlands   Bygones are long gone   and my love is oh so realistically near none   strongest still here son   car parked argument a man woman re-run   the same old backchat targetting the loved one   highly strong person   staggers round old london   knows most mans from the harlesden to junction   blaggered off a potion   approachin'   polka dot loves with a notion   an unprovoked token      She's away, get away get away on a holiday   Ain't no need to be givin' notice   She's away, get away get away on a holiday   Ain't no need to be givin' notice      No corner stone turned over   I come with a creak through the floorboard   crack when you bunning on your sofa   shiver down your sides long time   a cold shoulder drive your man awake way like daisy   chauffered for them five minutes   a fucking soldiers shellshock patient trapped in on your own   blood red water drank from the river   since trouble ( ) they poisoning your liver   first line and last line the fuck you can figure   all this stress is the finger on the trigger   bootlickin country a ( ) russia   just don't wanna tell you stop now or never   with a tripped up bootleg and the vinyl skipping   soundtrack to ( )   bought from a man with the yellow stained tongue   I got the strum ()   I'm halfway up the wall to where my song got sung   of the crimes we done   the time we done   about the son he shunned   from much too young   ( ) far flung with a stone unturned   they seemed to be burnt from the mic mans angry   the pockets too jangly   the prophets go start and stumble   walls of jericho crumble   the screaming of the innocents trapped in the rubble.      She's away, get away get away on a holiday   Ain't no need to be givin' notice   She's away, get away get away on a holiday   Ain't no need to be givin' notice      Well I thank you all very much for coming this evening.   It really made my night.   It would have been real strange here if nobody would a showed up.