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Tinpot armies with crackpot leaders
The shelves are empty, they just canīt feed us
Taking us high into the mountains 
A thousands years on and still countinī

You canīt wish them away
No one invited them to stay 
It started out such a hopeful day 
Theyīre gone now, but theyīll soon be crawling
Back, back, back
They all come crawling

All the answers all the solutions 
If it donīt exist put it in the constitution
Kick you in the teeth with all their kindness
Feeding off the milk of human grossness

Under the answers all the solutions 
If it donīt exist put it in the constitution 
Kick you in the teeth with all their kindness
Feeding off the milk of humans grossness

Under the cosh and in with the boot
They have a strict policy they aim to shoot
Alive with anger and dead with hate
In our satellite dish disaster state
Donīt want your benevolence
Just want shatīs mine 
Bellies are full 
Never caugh at the scene of a crime
Play second fiddle all the time

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