Michael couldn't understand why people shook him by the hand then laughed at
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him and talked behind his back. Michael didn't know the rules. Abused,
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confused at all the schools they sent him to - gave him the view to leave.
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Michaels' got a gun. Now he's living on the hill. Watch the people run,
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shooting down the kids at play. He'll teach them all to stay away. Mothers
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screaming, running round... No-one laughs at Michael now!
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Out the classroom window stood a hill which made him feel so good. He
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thought he'd like to have it as a home. People never spoke to him. Ignored,
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deplored, he got so bored. He ran away and bought himself a gun.
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Michael lay down in the sun. Perhaps he'd put away the gun if only they
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would leave him quite alone. No-one heard his point of view, the crowd of
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vigilantes grew so Michael used the gun just one last time. Now he's
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buried on the hill.
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The Hill
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The Legendary Pink Dots |