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Serial killers were always a bore in my book,Along with spangles and soccer booksRid us of old fogeysScuttling and swerving over the roadsComma,Kids in pubsPassableWhy is pete gabriel always following us? And before the grub comes a moralist,Dissonance of infotainmentA past gone mad!Alive and well, he is on all channels[kiki dee]Dwelling in craven environmentIf I ever end up like ian mcshane* slit my throat with a kitchen toolAnd if I ever end up like u2 slit my throat with a garden vegetableA past gone madPassableTake a look backRear-view mirror: it's all behind youA present gone madTra-tra-la, follow, track that lavaPast, present gone madPassableA past gone mad
