The Mad Flight
stolen alphabets
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O no theyâll never find me underground
So thought I all aloud, yet not alone
Youâd call it camouflage, dead telephone
âO no I never mind your coming roundâ
You are a master spy; I read you right
Your files are classified nigh every night
Some sundried shibboleth Iâll never know
No gun-shy fricative might save her now
O no I never mind your coming round
Weâre gonna take a while, weâll hunker down
With all our little letters
In metal cabinets
And all our little letters
Stolen alphabets
Would bring you up on charges in The Hague
âWeâre in the bunker now!â Remember this.
âWeâre never coming out!â We never did.
Weâre never coming out!
Weâre never coming out!
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- Break, Heart; Break!