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Cocaine Socialism
I thought that you were joking When you said "I want to see you To discuss your contribution To the future of our nation's heart and soul Six o'clock, my place, Whitehall" Well I arrived just after seven But you said "It doesn't matter" "I understand your situation And your image, and I'm flattered Oh and I'd just like to tell you That I love all of your albums Could you sign this for my daughter? She's in hospital, her name is Miriam Now get down to the gist: Do you want a line of this? Are you a (sniff) socialist?" "Doin' fine, yeah! Buzzin' all the time Just one hit And I feel great And I support The welfare state Oh, you must be socialist 'Cos you're always off out on the piss In your private member's bar Oh yes you are Letras de cancionesYer superstar Well you sing about common people And the mis-shapes and the misfits So can you bring them to my party And get them all to sniff this? And all I'm really saying Is come on and rock the vote for me All I'm really saying Is come on roll up that note for me The gist of all of this is Do you want hits or d'you want misses? Are you a socialist, yeah Socialist, yeah Socialist, yeah Oh yeah" "Yeah, you can be just what you want to be Just as long as you don't try to compete with me And we've waited such a long time For the chance to help our own kind, so now Please come on and tow the party line Oh you owe it to yourself Don't think of anybody else And we promise we won't tell Oh we won't tell, and we won't sell" No we won't No we won't No we won't From Letras Mania