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| Pete Atkin sings
Search And Destroy by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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I'm glad to say we're mopping up up here I'm sending you today's report in clear Security's no problem now at all You just pick up the phone and make a call We should have done all this back at the beginning And never let the clowns think they were winning We took a month to crack their second man But when he talked the strudel hit the fan He named eleven leaders who we shot And then the top guy's girl who we've still got The chick was tough and held out for a week But spilled a bibful when we made her speak We picked his mother up and worked on her He came in on his own and there you were We should have nailed the first ones when we found them Before all the mystique built up around them We never gave the local heat a chance To get him on their own and make him dance We did him in up-country, bombed the cave And made the whole damn mountainside his grave The faithful talk some wishful-thinking cock About a spook who rolls away the rock At which point golden boy walks out alive We're bumping them all off as they arrive And that winds up this dreary exhibition A total waste of time and ammunition | |||||
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