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Bringing home the bacon, tender juicy steaks Breast-fed baby dumpling gobbling up the cakes Milk-fed baby dumpling, slobbering, goo-faced, mean Wet-nursed

they're teaching The weakest man be strong as Samson When you're being held to ransom Famine and hardship in true living colour Constant reminders...the

(Brooker / Reid) Conquistador your stallion stands in need of company and like some angel's haloed brow you reek of purity I see your armour-plated

Pailing well after sixteen days, a mammoth task was set Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabet Close the door and bar the gate, but

It seems as clear as yesterday We saw it in a dream but dream became insanity an awful gaping scream So sad to see such emptiness So sad to see such

Oh the idol, Oh the idol They knew the monster's every trick They knew his secrets every stitch All of it had been a game Nothing but a charlatan Perhaps