tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212152.post-14296948058841870182008-03-27T10:20:00.000Z2008-03-27T10:20:00.000ZI saw the poster on the night that I passed by the pub window<BR/>I saw the flickering shadow of smokers stood outside<BR/>He was the taxman<BR/>As he robbed me I watched and went out of my mind<BR/><BR/>My my my M'Darling<BR/>Why why why M'Darling<BR/>I could see, that Chancellor was no good for me<BR/>But I was lost like a slave that no man could free<BR/><BR/>At break of day when my throat felt like hay I was waiting<BR/>I crossed the street to the pub and He opened the door<BR/>He stood there laughing<BR/>I felt the knife in my hand and he laughed no more<BR/><BR/>My my my M'Darling<BR/>Die die die M'Darling<BR/>So before they come to break down the door<BR/>Forgive me M'Darling I just couldn't take any more<BR/>Forgive me NuLabour we just couldn't take any moreToquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10021800974251370747noreply@blogger.com