do not send the police round
do not send the toy soldiers
I had in seventy six
when I was the rifleman, laying prone
aiming, chewed
do not send the jews harp round
the blue one
with the paint worn off and played
I'm ready
back then, I'm ready
after all this time
to tell you everything
of how my story started
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