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You want this conversation Well let's take the ******* out You call for independence So let's see what that's about You're gonna need the banks for money Gonna need the toffs for land Well that's a kind of independence That I just don't understand So who are you kidding now, who are you kidding, Nothing's going to change With the same old queen and the same old scene and the same old parlour games This ain't no custody battle, you're not taking the kids to the zoo If we don't want central government then why would we want you? Now I find you quite convincing when you say that things are wrong But it seems that your solution Is the same old same old song And a suit in Edinburgh Could be a suit in London town Because you're all a million miles away from the **** that's going down Ah, who are you kidding now who are you kidding, Where's the brand new dawn It's the millionaires and the stocks and the shares That'll keep on keepin' on And this self-determination Might catch you by surprise The united states of me and my mates Curse every flag that flies.
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Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 12:11 PM UTC
Independence Referendum Blues
You want this conversation Well let's take the ******* out You call for independence So let's see what that's about You're gonna need the banks for money Gonna need the toffs for land Well that's a kind of independence That I just don't understand So who are you kidding now, who are you kidding, Nothing's going to change With the same old queen and the same old scene and the same old parlour games This ain't no custody battle, you're not taking the kids to the zoo If we don't want central government then why would we want you? Now I find you quite convincing when you say that things are wrong But it seems that your solution Is the same old same old song And a suit in Edinburgh Could be a suit in London town Because you're all a million miles away from the **** that's going down Ah, who are you kidding now who are you kidding, Where's the brand new dawn It's the millionaires and the stocks and the shares That'll keep on keepin' on And this self-determination Might catch you by surprise The united states of me and my mates Curse every flag that flies.
alan-mcclure
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alan-mcclure
Scottish
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 12:11 PM UTC
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