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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 |