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Holloway Prison Blues lyrics
The leg bone is connected to the
Foot bone is connected to the
Export processing zones
And it's nothing we condone
But everybody owns
A pair of those shoes
The bloodstream gets its sugar from the
Intestine gets its sugar from the
Supermarket chain
That left the village drained
Every high street, same soulless refrain
I looked a little closer at
The walls of my house
And to my surprise
They were made out of glass
So I made my way softly
Towards my front door
But to my surprise
It was bolted shut and barred
The newspaper reads like
A list of charges brought against me
So I'm changing my plea to
An open address to the jury
I confess that I was there
On that grassy knoll
And I confess I helped fake
The moon landings as well
But I confess I've yet to
Let slip my lowest low
There've been times when
I've pretended I didn't know
About my skeleton
Your honor, I swear that I can explain
There are mitigating factors to consider
In this case, I was looking out
Of a window to the west
Francis Fukyama took me by the arm
Won me over with his famous
Intellectual charm
Swore this beauty wouldn't do any harm
We didn't look east
Because the sun was setting
It's easy to lose yourself
In the faintest reflection in the
Pane of a window
I suspect that I've lost myself
In the guilty reflection of
The pain that it lets through
I must confess I've started
Throwing stones
Around the house
I don't mean to moan
But I never even
Signed the lease
Part of these releases
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- Track 2 on Harmony No Harmony
- 1 Bread and Circuses
- 3 After the Rush Hour
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