By The Rivers of Babylon
¶ 1
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Eamonn started to babble on,
He wore that frown,
Yea we wept
When he dismembered Brian.
¶ 2
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He said,
“Where was all the creativity
Required to break them down?
Now how shall we sing “The Fields”
In a strange land?
¶ 3
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Oh, the moans of your mouth
And the lamentations of your heart
Aren’t acceptable in our sight
Here tonight.”
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