Kunci: G major
Verse 1
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From a very large number of
computer rounds
Making various assumptions
A- adopting various maxima
and minima
There is in fact a terrible forecast
of a breakdown of world society
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In the first decades of
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the next century
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Interlude 1
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Verse 2
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The entertainment for the night
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Watching a toilet, swimming in piss
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Who's gonna tip it over the edge?
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You get a prize for it
Verse 3
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People ripped to shreds by the
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whip of exploitation
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Are deadened, bleeding,
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you failed in expectation
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I walk around looking at the
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Which one's gonna pop me?
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Break into the house, nick the microwave
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use my aftershave, old spice fucker
Verse 4
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Mediocre, mediocre
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fuck the maze
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First blood, I put a bit of wet dog
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shit in your undugged tits
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Scaly- faced boozed pricks
Verse 5
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No experience equals no deliverance
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I'm gonna tip your canoe
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Copious bollocks, we wanna get high,
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and we wanna get loaded
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And then we're gonna cry and
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Verse 6
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I don't wanna disco or two
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I don't wanna disco or two
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Verse 7
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World interiors and
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Smile, veil food and wine
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I got a fag off the barman
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Moody Friday, stop trying to show off
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It doesn't matter where I got my coat from,
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mate
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You what? Look just fuck off
Verse 8
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Rain, stain, callous
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I don't wanna improve my fucking life for you
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of my existence than I do
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I dodge the small towners, the music scene,
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think they are shit bands
Verse 9
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You're all wanker
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White funk snores
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Good relationships with the industry
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donkeys and live down South
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Talent forecasts,
shut your mouth
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Verse 10
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I don't wanna disco or two
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I don't wanna disco or two
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Verse 11
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Pukka pies, meal deal with a drink,
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five- ninety- nine
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Pot- bellied promoters, cheap coasters
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I can't get the fucking stain off
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You know the song's shit,
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That's why I fucking wrote it
Verse 12
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Blaise, make your cleg nuts
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fight the loo roll, mate
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High, high, high fever
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Pete Wiley dog shit, singer turner DJs
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just a quick quid
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slow death in Stone Island
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Alcohol
Verse 13
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down the fucking orange tree
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Strawberry fields forever,
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fucking
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Mystical face twat headlines
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Look at the wise men sing
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I'm flash, here's the ball,
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I beat your fucking soldiers up ming
Verse 14
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disco or two
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I don't wanna disco or two
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I don't wanna disco or two
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I don't wanna disco or two
Outro 1
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