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Adam Antafter nine years in the armythey took away his brainthey tattooed "defect" on his browand signed him up againhe killed ten thousand germansa hundred japanesea family of hindusand a lot of portugesenine plan failed
I could never see the pointof showing them you're bosswhen they drag you through the city streetsand nai
I you to a crossthey took him to the officethey strapped him to the bedthey fastened lots of pretty wiressecurely to his headthey wheeled him down the corridorupon a metal trolleynow he wears big spectaclesand he sings like Buddy Hollynine plan failed
I could never see the pointof showing them you're bosswhen they drag you through the city streetsand nail you to a crossthe world declared its armisticeand took away his gunsand now he satisfies himselfon piss-weak tea and bunson piss-weak tea and bunsoh ohat the disco
Rome is very prettyand Rome is very grandbut the Pope lost his four fingerswhen they gave this boy his hand to kisswhen they gave this boy his hand to kissit wasn't funny nohe wasn't very good at schoolhis highest grade was Cbut he believed the managerswhen they said:-"you leave it all to me"they gave him suits from Saville Rowthe quality so fineso now he sits in the desert wastesjust waiting for a signnine plan failed
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