I wanna be shot in the nip
and buried in a bowler hat
with my brazen head to heaven
and my bollocks to himself
I wanna ride the sunshine
and felate the passing cars
to rape the star-crossed lovers
but still whistle like the wind
I wanna drink until my legs come off
then smoke ten thousand ciggarrettes
I wanna see the lover cry and
bathe in their regrets
I want to be your saviour
Then wind the world again
I want to save mankind
and wind the world again.
And wind the world again
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