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Tommy Run

How the hell did I end up here? Under enemy fire and paralysed by fear I remember the day our factory closed And the fatcat owner escaped in his Rolls Now I'm the one sweating in an armoured tank Chased by an enemy without uniform and rank Is this really worth my 16 grand a year? How I long to get out of here

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Sean Kelly

Date: 3/22/2009 9:58:00 AM

Keep safe , It's a most important job , and thanks for your words .. Sorry about the bet .. perhaps I can get you the Grand National winner !! ..

Gareth Stockwood

Date: 3/22/2009 7:12:00 AM

exellent verse really spoke to me. brilliant writing

Christopher Higgins

Date: 3/22/2009 6:46:00 AM

I can feel the fustration with war, with the fatcat and all the powers that sit behind their gold plated desk and call shots from afar..very strong piece.