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Lyrics: You don't see rabbits being walked down the street And you don't see many cats on leads Dogs pet dogs dogs rapacious wet dogs Owner of dogs slow-witted dog owner Owner of rabid dog saving fare for tunnel Euro-dream of civil, civil liberation for dogs Society secret society inevitable nightmare Of drift dog pet dogs street bullsh** Dog sh** baby bit ass-lick dog mirror Dead tiger shot and checked out by dog Big tea-chest-f***er dog Black collar sends east german refugee back switch and crap pathetic Of earth-like lousy dog role model for infidel doghouse continent Most citadel dog-eye mirror hypnotic school slaver and learn Rot from dog on grass and over nervous delicate dog Detracts light from indiscrepant non-dog-lover Dog pet dog come home to ya Come home we'll talk sh** to ya Dog the pet-owner-owner blistered hanging there death dog Plato of the human example and copier dogmaster pet mourner Dog is life And did those feet in ancient times, Walk upon mountains green? And was the holy lamb of god, On england's pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance divine, Shine forth on clouded hills? And was jerusalem Ain the dark satanic mills? * Jerusalem It was the fault of the government I was walking down the street When I tripped up on a discarded banana skin And on my way down I caught the side of my head On a protruding brick chip It was the government's fault It was the fault of the government I was very let down From the budget I was expecting a one million quid handout I was very disappointed It was the government's fault It was the fault of the government I beecame semi-automatic type person And I didn't have a pen And I didn't heve a condom It was the fault of the government I think I'll emigrate to sweden or poland And get looked after properly by government Jerusalem Bring bow of burning gold: Bring arrows of desire: Bring me spear: o clouds unfold! And though I rest from mental fight, And though sword sleeps in hand I will not rest til jerusalem is built In englands green and pleasant land. More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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