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• Artiste: Azimuth Split
• Titre: The Duck, He Stared
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The duck, he stared.... All beadie-eye, and feather-weared He glared at my hair, I'd say if I dared His ma was a whore and her ass she bared Could he see.... The hatred I felt for his family? For long ago when we were three His gran robbed my grandad of 60p Grandad died... From four broken hearts and a suicide His pain and shame he could never hide His wounds were salted and cauterized I took a pane.... Of mirrored-glass from my weather-vane Reflecting his stare back into his brain Which drove the little cunt quite insane So hear my words Don't take any shit from those floating birds Those watertight, hissing and spitting turds And next time you see one, shout "Vous ete merde!"