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I hate those guts
Someone vanishes today
You stupid, sick, crippled bitch
The payback time has come

You are living through these days
By
of relief

It's like a dream when I wake and scream
I'm lost and alone and living in a hellhole

Bought a gun disciplined himself
Shoot those those bastards
The Bastard's Tale,

[Part 2:]
Now remember,
The year is 1714,
And we're enjoying our new inventions,
Whatever those were.
Such is The Bastard's life,
the Bastard Nation
She don't even know her name
No one there knows where they come from
Could've been Abel could've been Cain
All alone in the Bastard
lies
I'm s-s-so sick of you, so sick of you
Sick of feeling right by your side
What you don't know is how great it feels
To let you go

I'm happier alone
a faded memory?
Is there any hope at all for any kind of unity?
Will we sit back and let those bastards get the best of us
Just sit back while the system
Alone in the world was poor little Anne
As sweet a young child as you'd find
Her parents had gone to their final reward
Leavin' their baby behind
Alone in the world was poor little Anne
As sweet a young child as you'd find
Her parents had gone to their final reward
Leavin' their baby behind
those eyes

She's as sick as she is lovely
And in need of my hand, yeah he uses his hands
He tells her "you are never worthy"
She was all alone you see
Alone in the world was poor little Anne
As sweet a young child as you'd find
Her parents had gone to their final reward
Leavin' their baby behind
feed off the poor but I'm a slave to the rich 
I'm in depression so, this reflection is making me sick 
Are you the one that's come to set me free ?
beat and afraid
Probably betrayed
You're a better man than I

What's the point in you now
I can't chase you know how
Oh, leave me alone
I've got those
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side
Another day goes by of this insanity
We fight one another not the real enemy
Rich bastard scum still rule this land
While their stolen wealth
what they've done
They were three wise men just trying to have some fun"

Look who's alone now
It's not me, it's not me
Those three wise men
weak but
I find strength in you

My savior, my king
My poor heart you mended
I surrender my things, yes I do
All the value have ended
The sweetest
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side
hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a four set
Had like poor Job in the bible, by God
Day comes, I wake, I wake with a hard heartache
I go down
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side
Alone in the world 
      Was poor little Anne
      As sweet a young child as you'd find.
      
      Her parents had gone 
      To their
money to spend on empty songs
Created by bastards on dope
I'd rather be having a beer
Than drinking your piss on the street

One cigarette, one scotch
for what they've done
They were three wise men just trying to have some fun"

Look who's alone now
It's not me, it's not me
Those three wise men
And now the weak say I have strength
By the spirit of power that raised Christ from the dead
And now the poor stand and confess
That my portion is