I adore a confrontation, and I should be ashamed
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a carnival of complication, everyone's to blame
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we can see the rocket's red glare
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pipe bomb bursting in the air
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as we proudly hail our taxis out of the fight
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singing born of this nation of white bread foundation
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we're taping a king, beaten of his crown
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my country 'tis of thee, sweet land of irony
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spoonful of sugar to wash it down
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i have seen the hungry faces, and i have been removed
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evidence in welfare cases, never being proved
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we've written books on education
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summoned federal regulation
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skeleton hid deeply 'til its bones turn to dust
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i know an old lady who swallowed a fly
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i don't know why exactly, i guess she'll die
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my country 'tis of thee, sweet land of irony
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spoonful of sugar to wash it down
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and god save the queen, oh, and pardon the king
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and our ballots we'll stuff, then drink 'till we drown
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my country 'tis of thee, sweet land of irony
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spoonful of sugar to wash it down
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spoonful of sugar
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| The Verve Pipe |
