Intro 

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In the ga---rden of England 
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Dead moles lie inside their holes 
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The dead-e---nd tunnels 
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Crumble in the rain, underfoot 
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Innit a shame? 

Instrumental 

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[Ponte]


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Roots can't hold them 
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Bugs console them 
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Interlude 

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[Verso 1]


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I fight with the handle of my little brown broom 
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I pull out the wires of the telephone 
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I hurt in the head, and I hurt in the aching bone 
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Now I smash up the telly with remains of the broken phone 
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I fighting for the crust of the little brown loaf 
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I want it, I want it, I want it, give it to me- 
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I give it you back when I finish the lunch-tea 

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[Verso 2]


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I lie in the road, try to trip up the passing ca-rs 
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Yes, me and the hedgehog, we bursting the tyres all day 

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[Verso 3]


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As we roll down the highway towards the setting sun 
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I reflect on the life of the highwayman, yum yum 
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Now I smash up the telly and what's left of the broken phone 

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Outro 

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