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The crumbs that fell from the rich man's table

I watch them all whenever I am able

Through the wrong end of my telescope

Through my ivory tower

On my grassy slope

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To die a dog's death

How does a dog die

Roll over like Bartok

Wag his legs in the sky?

Their God: Puppet Regime

My God: Thy will be done

La la la la la la...

Let them eat my records

More golden than the sun

Let them eat the bullets donated by my gun

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