When the fireworks start where will they be? They'll be warm in their bunkers watching TV. Stemming tears for the smoke that was once you and me. Such a shame, such a waste. Solves a few problems, like unemployment. Like immigration, This screwed-up nation. Think I'll go back to cleaning floors. And a-looky over there by the perfume stand, there's a made up girl with a messed-up hand. Thought she'd look distressed, she looks just grand. Kind of chic, what a cheek. It's a (sicken?) as they got her. It's so appalling to touch, a mauling, a crazy morning. Only (pleasing?) was so prepared. Did those feet in future time walk upon this land of mine? Land mine will get him! See the queer with a leer. Got his chin on a lead, knew him back in the past, knew him intimately. Got a house up in Hull, a mole on his knee. Really liked me for a while till I shot his spaniel. This indecision here in Late Britain, I hate Britain! Kind of wish I'd been born a fish! Just annoy him now and he'll shriek "Sieg heil!" See him quaking on the floor, see him quiver and how. Took a blue, made a plan, joined the Klu Klux Klan, bought a bag full of boot boys waiting for his orders. It's quite intriguing to hear them squeaking while flames leap in. He's a tiger when he's aroused. Rule Brittania, Brittania rules the waves. Britain never, never will be slaves. Alles zusammen now. Never, never.

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