![]() ![]() Lords and dames that sung in the chapels on a Sunday Them that preached of progress, and put us in the poorhouse Them that whispered dreams that only poisoned us Now he's bathed in light and dressed up in whiteīut behind the scenes the leading playersĮager Blighty bursts from the cobblestones I’d rather be dead than clear in my head! Toss them into the Thames, so their nightmares end ![]() Cause now that i’m seeing through clearer eyesĬut out my throat and then leave me there
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