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| Pete Atkin sings
Urban Guerrilla by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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Automatic weapons rake the roof Powdered concrete hangs around like spray He huddles underneath the parapet And knows there is no way This is as far as he will get The hostages and all his friends are dead His turn is coming soon What was it that motherfucker said? Better chance of conquering the moon He holds his ringing head The happy endings never came The terrors were seldom just a dream Bambi was finished by the flame You still could hear him scream Snow White was rubbed out by the witch Mary Poppins never made the scene Mother Goose was just another bitch Full of bullshit like the Fairy Queen The gas grenades are telling him to run He does and something hits him like a wall It sends him back where he has always been His nightmares laugh to see him fall I told you they were gonna bust your ass Says Tom Thumb inside an upturned glass | |||||
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