You were born with football boots and a sun tanned complexion
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You once thought that, on reflection, I've really got it made
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You shrugged and smiled and made the usual excuses
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You suffered small abuses and settled for the pay
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You want to learn to live like an aristocrat
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But your girlfriends earrings well they soon put paid to that
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If the whole world came crashing down around your ears
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You dream of stucco wallpaper and crystal chandeliers
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You cashed in your cards you want to buy some glamour
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You really are enamoured with that new soap on a rope
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A thousand fat comedians came in disguised as clerics
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They got you in hysterics and walked off with your soul
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And with that cheapskate royalty you get your flag and wave
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And I've seen you on TV grinning at the motorcade
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Pretty soon we'll hang the traitors, we'll string them up like drapes
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And I'll ride around like Steve McQueen in The Great Escape
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You hung around too long, your mother read your letters
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You grinned like a go-getter, come and got and gone
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The time the morning slips, blends into the wallpaper
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And once you could escape her, but where did you go wrong
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And your father's at the factory that makes money selling guns
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That fought the wars that spent the lives of all the people's sons
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Pretty soon we'll hang the traitors, we'll string them up like drapes
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And I'll ride around like Steve McQueen in The Great Escape
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You were born with football boots and a sun tanned complexion
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You once thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made
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You once thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made
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You once thought that on reflection, oh yeah, I've really got it made
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The Great Escape
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| I Am Kloot |
