Was it you who took the money,
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to the land of milk and honey ?
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Your past is catching up on you,
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put it on a conveyor belt.
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The chips are down, the cards are dealt,
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you won't be calling trumps no more.
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Everone's getting decent,
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and that's what I regret.
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Don't want no mass production,
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don't want no mass production blues.
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I believe in quality,
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liberate the quantity.
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Not like battery hens in a cage,
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the self-help seekers soldier on.
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They won't stop 'till the war is won,
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got no industrial spies 'round here.
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One a penny, two a penny,
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blocking up all the roads.
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One a penny, two a penny,
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trucks are ditching their loads.
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Piling 'em here, piling 'em there,
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blocking out the light of the sun.
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One a penny, two a penny,
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and that's just about as cheap as they come.
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Your brand new name ain't no good,
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I never ever thought it would.
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Just another snake in the grass,
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your cheapskate brain waves schemes,
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are just a fantasy of your brains,
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wake up it's the 20th Century.
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Mass Production
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G.B.H. |