Reflecting on the Empire after eight... pig's head on a plate
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white wine... The mint imperials circulated... Captain sips his brandy,
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curses Ghandi, dreams Napoleon and Delhi turns to jelly; Bombay ducks;
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Calcutta shivers down in its hole... Old England is out to rule the waves
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again - banging on the table! Routing the reds and the browns and the
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yellows. Black sky... the missles blast home! (It's half for me, half
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for my company)
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My union's name is Jack, and it's a ripper! hammers her head with a
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sickle, nails monkey to the tree. The lasers, they beam from the stars and
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Moscow is charred. Peking is leaking. Tripoli's stripped (ha! ha!) -
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Mohammed, he flees from his mountain, counting the corpses in the stadiums
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with his shades on cos the white light hurts his eyes. And Captain, he
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cries, Captain, he screams, falls out of bed. It's only a dream (?)
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Nightnurse wipes his forehead, whispers "try to sleep... back to sleep..."
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The Red And The Black
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The Legendary Pink Dots |