Part of the same plot,
where is your charm and wit now?
Charisma for the hangman,
and a list of side effects
Such a list we have never seen
So we gamble with lies
Head held aloft for the cameras
Success in the shadows
We will never ride horses in France
Your finger roared, ferocious
The sound was only in my ears
The yelp and the dream of death
We were happiest before I tried to have you shot
And then you turned your back,
much to my embarrassment
To seize the sceptre and the path
A car is on fire,
blocking the tunnel
In the city by the sea
Such a list we have never seen
A failure of diplomacy,
a failure of tact
So we gamble with lies
Head held aloft for the cameras
Success in the shadows
We will never ride horses in France
Part of the same plot,
where is your charm and wit now?
Charisma for the hangman,
and a list of side effects
Your finger roared, ferocious
The sound was only in my ears
The yelp and the dream of death
We were happiest before I tried to have you shot
And then you turned your back,
much to my embarrassment
Oh how we were all so surprised
that the future was less personable
The young people seemed so knowing
I promised to make amends
for all the things I'd never done
Your finger roared ferocious
We will never ride horses in France
You did nothing to insulate me
We will never ride horses in France
Your finger roared ferocious
We will never ride horses in France
You did nothing to insulate me
We will never ride horses in France

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