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Rupert Trousers

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In and outs cause further debate, sod, ins and outs
In and outs cause further debate, sod, ins and outs
It's too late, banished, smoking tanks near the burnt parish
Entrance of death bodies, no life left, apart from yours
28 days later, hospital pants ripped teddies, teddy bear, I want my mummy
Boris and the brick don't seem so egg runny

Boris and brick chiseled faces, delegate full houses
Woolley jumpers, flags from the boat lake parties
Rupert trousers
Rupert trousers

Nicely cut grass, summer late evening
The purr of Audi, cats enjoy sex is like a feature
A boundless toy to use, squeeze the ropes traction
To use feel the breath of life start to lose
Big eyes, endless gasps and sighs
Dark movement, past sycamore trees in the hamlet of Newton or wherever
The separation exists cause the money bellies been getting clever

Boris and brick chiseled faces, delegate full houses
Woolley jumpers, flags from the boat lake parties
Rupert trousers
Rupert trousers
Boris and brick chiseled faces, delegate full houses
Woolley jumpers, flags from the boat lake parties
Rupert trousers
Rupert trousers

High five secluded deep cuts, rough deep nuts
Fruit and nuts, blonde bomb shell, road to dead mans creek
Death is speak, English speak, we are dreadful
Ignored by the well spoken, few scraps few broken promises on telly
Idiots visit submerged villages in 200 pound wellies
Spitting out fine cheese made by the tool from Blur
Even the drummers a fucking MP, fuck off you cunt, sir
Die trying whilst the others just live lying
Rife all polish, no strife

Boris and brick chiseled faces, delegate full houses
Woolley jumpers, flags from the boat lake parties
Rupert trousers
Rupert trousers

In and outs cause further debate, sod, ins and outs
Too late
Boris and the brick

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