.(P. Beloved/ J. Greaves)
From the window of our honeymoon
The night looks a mite bizarre
They're burning us in effigy
And smoke's blots out the stars
They're torturing our servants
By the light of an armoured car>
Please don't ask if it's the end of the line
As I .
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