Lyrics:
pension and her ration books Aneurin Bevan took the miners' cause The the House of Commons in his coal dust voice We were locked up safe and warm from
a movie, moving fast pace There's no etiquette, I'm settling Dropping balls on all the bitches that said I'd never win These fuckers need an aneurin 'Cause
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