Word for wordish
By blighters rock
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It’s beginning to look a lot like warfare
Everywhere you go
Take a look at the homeless men
Glistening once again
With broken canes and silver brow aglow.
It’s beginning to look a lot like warfare
Thieves in every store
But the prettiest sight to see
Is the body that will be
On your own front door
A pair of hop-along boots and a pistol that shoots
Is the wish of Donald and Vlad
Dolls that will talk and will go for a walk
Is the hope of Merkel and May
And Mum and Dad can hardly wait
For war to start again.
It’s beginning to look a lot like warfare
Everywhere you go
There’s a spy in the Grand Hotel
One in Hyde Park as well,
The sturdy kind that doesn’t mind the snow.
It’s beginning to look a lot like warfare
Soon the bells will toll
And the thing that will make them ring
Is the peril that you sing
Right within your heart.
It’s beginning to look a lot like warfare
Soon the bells will toll
And the thing that will make them ring
Is the deal that they bring
Right on your behalf
It’s beginning to look a lot like warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare.
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