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Hail Social

Gave up on the socializing Packed up and complete with nothing Chalk it up as a week of something That I don?t ever wanna go through again There?s nowhere

We Ok As long as we got music we gonna party all day She gon' vote U2 he gon' vote Coldplay play play Election time is coming. Come On Immigration, Socialism

and cranks Now there's no one that we're certain the Kremlin doesn't touch We think that Westbrook Pegler doth protest a bit too much We only hail the

pane and shut the fuck down Down by the river where the litter sits And lionheart critters smoke dope and act like illiterates I ran with a brat pack of loose bolts and high social

in the sea, Governmental heigharchy, Killing creatures, extinct breed ... No emotions We must face, rise of the synthetic race Building empires - demonic power ... The social

club They played a good game of football in Mucron They ripped everyone off at the top rank, babe If you could ever get into their suite Avenue, Tombola and Social

Talkin' 'bout the science of social deprevation From 'ere to whereever in the council estates the mans is strugglin'. The poor lower working class. Blud

the planet screaming "What on Earth is that?" I sit back five dimensions Only to muscle the overcooked specimen Fending tragic fatality successful dodging violets All hail

i hear the driving of the nail i hear the rain i hear the hail i hear the laughter of the people dancing 'round him as he forces his poor family to