Ode to the guy read about in the news,
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Born by mistake he was born to lose,
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Never had much luck,
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With the pounds and the pence,
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Blamed everybody else,
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He said he never had a chance.
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Ship on the waves, Hole in my side,
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One foot in the grave, and it's just my size...
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21st Century, crime in the city,
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And you're looking guilty as hell,
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Although you didn't do it,
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You know you can't prove it,
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Now maybe its time to excel,
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I'm alright Jack, got my hand on my stack,
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And defences to make you think twice,
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All the gold in my walls are in hideaway halls,
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To cancel the chance of reprise.
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You're king and your queens,
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And their widow machine,
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Are taking the share of your sons,
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Then a note through the post,
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And the smell of a ghost,
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And apologise to everyone,
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Their courageous attempt is all money well spent,
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But their gravestones they don't grow on trees,
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Second hand ones come cheap,
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Door to door while you sleep,
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But with no money back guarantees.
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Urban Space Crime
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| Terrorvision |
