The bomb's in the china. The fat's in the fire.
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There's no turkey left on the table.
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The commuter's return on the six o'clock flyer
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brings no bale of hay for the stable.
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Well, the light, it is failing along the green belt
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as we follow the hard road signs.
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Semi-detached in our suburban-ness ---
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we're living in these hard times.
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Well the fly's in the milk and the cat's in the stew.
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Another bun in the oven --- oh, what to do?
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We'll laugh and we'll sing and try to bring
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a pound from your pocket.
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Good day to you.
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Oh, these hard times.
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The politicians sat on the wall
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and traded with the union game.
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Someone slapped a writ on our deficit ---
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not a penny left to our name.
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Oh, the times are hard and the credits lean,
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and they toss and they turn in sleep.
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And the line they take is the line they make ---
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but it's not the line they keep.
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The cow jumped over yesterday's moon
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and the lock ran away with the key.
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You know what you like, and you like what you know
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but there is no jam for tea.
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Well the light it is failing along the green belt
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as we follow the hard road signs.
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Semi-detached in our suburban-ness ---
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we're living in these hard times.
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Living In These Hard Times
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| Jethro Tull |
