Monkey see. Monkey do. Monkey's got no point of view. Captain points
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and he points too. Clever monkey! Monkey's got to know his place.
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No future in the 'master race'. Monkey spat in captain's face - they
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cut his tongue out. Threw it to a doberman named Rover. He can eat a
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man in 20 seconds flat - prefers a cat. In the courtyard shuffled
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deviants with gold stars, they're scarred with numbers, as guards
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raise their cards. It's 6.2, 6.7... Under five and in the corner for
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a session in the sauna. Naked, being born again - they're sliding
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down the chute. And the garden's looking fine. There's lots of
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water, lots of lime and captain spends most of his time in the
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deckchair. And there's weeping in the queue, and Lady Gwyneth's
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weeping too - sickened, yet she voted blue. She knows it. And night
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patrols are doing rounds. Now there's Tower complex, Tower Town.
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Population's going down, but we're great again...
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Tower Two
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| The Legendary Pink Dots |
