.Dear Mick, must I be thick?
Or a prick and a half to be so daft to doubt
When I know that I'm in the full close to head throes of darkest prang
Within, out, you, me, rhyme and reason are
All wildly out of season and it's spineless treason
The kingship that allows the violent silence
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