| Lyrics: | He is the people's post and all the people know it
They've read his published stories in public
lavatories
In town and country locals he's Mr. Antisocial
His violence does the talking
those boots weren't made for walking
He's a coldblooded vulture he won't respect your
culture
He's nothing like your good self he's come to burn your bookshelf
He'll gobble up
your children destroy what you've been building
And when you're left to suffer he'll vivisect
your mother
He is the Lord and master of every war and disaster
Every disease and famine,
a place of cunning planning
He was in Vietnam he is the Ku Kluts Klan
He was the child
catcher he gave us Margaret Thatcher
One day the Devil was in high good humour for he had
created a mirror
which made everything good and beautiful reflected in it shrink to
almost
nothing, and everything bad and ugly stand out more clearly than ever.
All
the little imps who went to the Devil's school ran around with the
mirror until there was
nowhere and no one that had not been distorted in
it. The Devil was much amused, and the mirror
itself grinned wickedly.
Then the little imps decided to fly up to heaven and make fun of
God and
his angles. The higher they carried the mirror, the more it grinned, until
it was
shaking so hard with laughter that it slipped out of their hands
and fell to earth, fwhere it
broke into millions of pieces.
And then it caused even more trouble than before, because
all the tiny
splinters, scarcely the size of a grain of sand, went flying around
the
world, and whenever a splinter flew into anyone's eye, it had the same
power as the
whole mirror, and made people see everything distorted.
Sometimes a splinter of glass
even entered someone's heart, which was
worst of all, for then that person's heart was turned
to ice.
And by his royal appointment there'll be no more enjoyment
Thre will be no
more bandera no more service will be rendered
The shops will not be open until he sees you
broken
you've got to give him credit the poor man's Norman Tebbitt
Cruelty without beauty,
beyond the call of duty
And beyond my understanding I find it so demanding
I wish I could
forget it and be more apathetic
It's just it bothers me so how anyone could be
so
EVIL
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