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Don't drink the water
Plug yourself in
Another new slant, another spin
The holy order is coming for you again
The ghosts of airmen
Start to decay
We're all responsible
We're in the way
The lights are on in the majority of homes
He got the letters
he got his name
He got the papers
Went up in flame
Role model pinko who wants to be alone
But he's afraid
All the great thinkers being smoked up
From above, with only shallow friendships
And not a thought for love
Oh to be out in the wild,
slow to be dodging
The palm leaves,
break me down with a smile
Gently, sing me, to sleep in a contact sleep
The shoulder's there to cry on,
seeing as you
Made it through the fleet.