I'm a bit like a soldier
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In the way I wear no uniform
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And choose not to fight
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And fight all night
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For some other cause
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I'm a bit like the grave digger
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Who wields no shovel
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And digs no hole
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But leaves the bodies to rot
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In the places that they stand
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For some other cause
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I'm a bit like the pack mule
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Carrying no load
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Into the canyons of your jive
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For some other cause
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I'm a bit like the freelance fence painter
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Then eyes your backside as you leave
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For some other cause
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I'm a bit like the peephole
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That falls in love with all the eyes
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That look through
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Watching major things unfold
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From minor flaws
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For some other cause
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(Have Mercy)
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Song
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| Smog |
