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Song title: Robyn Hitchcock - The Ruling Class

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"Taste your own juices, Mr. Avon,"
Said the nurse, "I'm sick of doing it for you."
You know what abuse is, Mr. Avon,
And you obviously love it, yes you do.
Oh the ruling class
Just wanna suffer.
Yes, the ruling class
Just want some pain.
All those strawberries
They're not enough for
All those oaken beams,
All that champagne.

"Ease your own shorts off, Uncle Bernard,"
Said the lips that hovered slyly in the void.
Elizabeth Schwarzkopf never went to Gurnard,
But that's no excuse to not be paranoid.
Oh the ruling class
All hate their mothers.
Yes, the ruling class
Went to good schools...
Where they go to bed
On one another
And then they grow up
And make all the rules.

Hang the judges high,
Hang the wise men of the realm...
Hang the judges high,
Hang the wise men of the realm...
Rock on Denny boy...
Hang the wise men of the realm.

Oh the ruling class
They've got no worries...
Yeah, the ruling class
Ain't got a dime...
They've got lots of them,
They're in no hurry...
"Cause the ruling class
Rules all the time.

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