.O how my great liberal heart labours,
With the piss in my rivers and gall,
Before gleaming ceremonial sabres,
Who falls on them falls for us all...
Every night I pick the locks
On that white Victorian box,
Every night I pick the locks and the gaolers say...
Some.
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