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Submitted by weirdelf on 11 June 2007 - 2:21am.
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I won’t let the bastards cut me
Not to save my life
I could die on the streets
at the end of a muggers knife
But I won’t let the bastards cut me
If the cancer grows
from my head to my toes
I won’t let the bastards cut me
I could be torn apart
by a wild boar
or dissected by a jealous whore
but I won’t let the bastards cut me
Not to save
or stupidly waste
my life
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oops
Thanks Joe, am normally a pedant about punctuation myself. Attribute it to some rather fine scotch I was imbibing at the time. 8)
cheers