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Serial killers were always a bore in my book Along with retired in winnebagos Coming up behind ya At the next kerb Eye reflections in the rear view mirror And before the grub comes a moralist
Passable Passable
Right behind ya Kids in pubs Breast fed
And if i ever end up like ian mcshane Cut my throat with a garden tool And if i ever end up like bono Slit my throat with a kitchen knife
Ah! passable! A past gone mad! x 2
Comin up right behind ya The lovejoy roadshow Passable
And if i ever end up like judy collins Cut my throat with a garden rake And if i ever end up like u2 Cut my throat with a kitchen tool
Passable A past gone mad!
Spangles and soccer books A load of old boring shit
A past gone mad Marble stone A past gone mad Passable!
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