Arms Control Poseur

Death of a sense of humor

'N death of sense

How do you recover from this?

What do you fear being found out?



Then why do you always give yourself away?

What do you want to do? Hide

Then why go out and make an exhibition of yourself?

What do you seek? Oblivion



And drugs walk the streets

What you want to be able to do is worst advice

Louse given in largesse



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Parliament connives a diseased access company

There's nothing much I can do about this

So I drink in recline with an acquaintance, sound

Spouse is talking on the phone



To well-armed, arms control poseur

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I found my home

I made a calendar that wasn't there

To find whether it was the first of December or not



Armed control poseur in pity and envy

Dragged from the streets

I quite very, very much enjoyed

His jovial lies lying



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Arms control poseur

Arms control poseur



Sports car interior

Encrusted with bluebottles

Armored car interior

Encrusted with bluebottles



I even stoop to an icy vodka

As I feel the inevitable

Battle creep nearer and nearer

Chip, chip



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Arms control poseur



Get me a nice woolly polo neck

With a red cardigan from next

Ideal summer wear

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