I tried to fix the cooker in the kitchen
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Gas was coming out of every hole
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Everything was leaking, reeking always
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So I went down to the office of the dole
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Away...they said
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You've got to get yourself
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Away...they said
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You've got to get yourself away from here
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A liberty
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They took from me
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(And) now I'm feeling just a little vex, yeah
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I don't feel like I've done anything wrong
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All I want is warmth without my arse blown up
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But this little fucker won't get off the phone
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Away... they said
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You've got to get yourself
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Away... they said
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You've got to get yourself away from here
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A liberty
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They took away from me
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So I took a little time to think of action
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I can't go home, I can't stay, I've had enough
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So I fired up all the gas and blew the dole up
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Left that little fucker blackened on the phone
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Punk By Numbers
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| Skunk Anansie |
