What does it mean? What does anything mean?
Sending out signals
And I, I won't be stupid
State the obvious, pleasant platitude
Bad
Diplomatic washing machine
Climb down from cloud cuckoo land
Dish this dirt
Some unions are based on trust, some unions are a
Body and soul, an animal
As a sword, swing double edged
Dig
Is there a King that can do no wrong?
The crown
I can only feel and think in the language of
Clinches
Little white lies, they hold little surprise
Good things come in
I can see potential, I can see intention
With a pocket
When the blood in your drugs turns to shale
They had
Some people got more kicks than halfpence
Crying for attention, like
Madmen fry
This is bad for their health
In the midday sky
Everything
Think you know the answer?
Think you got all the problems?
Well,
Could have been a major problem
But I did not, I
Where can I stand in my uniform?
Cannon fodder, six foot
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