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Got an unusually sized, head for his size
So you would have thought, Thereâs a lot of thought going on
Ainât no surprise, when you look into his eyes
Yeah, the lights are on, But nobodyâs home
Heâs a man, With his old manâs plans
Fight the Taliban, Fill the oil can up again
Bu thereâs another man, A man from Pakistan
Says âYou canât blame them, It was you who trained them to defendâ
And the old Cossacks, are dying to get back
To the good old days, Of the comrades at the gate
Theyâre having those flashbacks, of all those kickbacks
When the state dished out, All the top jobs for your mates
And thatâs how it is, Thatâs how its always been
Why am I even thinking, I can do a single thing
Itâs not my whish, That youâre even listening
Iâm just trying, Trying to do my thing
Anything
Lovely smile, but that only lasts a while
Cos the gentle can turn to mental, Very serious
So I would run a mile, Cos they ainât got as many missiles
But thereâs a lot more of them, Than there is of any of us
Heâs only a little fella, But he can go hell for leather
But itâs not good enough, To be talking tough on TV
Cos if youâre a yeller, And youâre not a teller,
Then I canât see nothing, In his sh*t for me
And it must be neat, To join that exclusive clique
Where your only hope, Is to talk to a dope in a suit
Youâre one small leap, With a scientific technique
To have the physique, Even a sheepâs IQ
And thatâs how it is, Thatâs how its always been
Why am I even thinking, I can do a single thing
Itâs not my whish, That youâre even listening
Iâm just trying, Trying to do my thing
Anything