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We are the Village Green Preservation Society God save Donald Duck, vaudeville and variety We are the Desperate Dan Appreciation Society God save
We are the Village Green Preservation Society God save Donald Duck, vaudeville and variety We are the Desperate Dan Appreciation Society God save
We are the Village Green Preservation Society. God save Donald Duck, vaudeville and variety. We are the Desperate Dan Appreciation Society. God save
We are the Village Green Preservation Society God save Donald Duck, Vaudeville and Variety We are the Desperate Dan Appreciation Society God save
Like the downtown clown you’ve become in this town This ain’t no 1981 New York Lower East Side Village Preservation Society sobriety Pumpin’ through
Hate the colour green, hate the animals, the primitives Love only myself and the modern society Love the manufacture and the brand new technology
as fire Burnt smokin' like worn pads off a tire Eyes glaze but my brain's black coffee wired Society's a rude machine; A Rube Goldberg cube of human
The waves of devastation Now we're at the dawning of The day of reclamation Preservation of the nation Is a fate we've waited Every day in dedication to build
regions in the UK And the village of Badsey is home to the Badsey Growers Society and has some interesting collections of information on the history
While you making a living, inside you just whither and die All that depression and anxiety, society convince us we can't live until retirement Or just
be distracted by the scenery Though I'm surrounded by lush greens Is it crazy live sane among insanity Playing dirty games stay clean live lavishly
It's that everyday ordinary people Know my steelo Anita Baker to the Smino Filipino to the P-Lo Said I'm chilling off the green though Cigars
What’s beef to a man from the west? Cowboy Heart to a man with the chest? How boy? Treasure wey I carry deep within But society in getting in-between
kill it I'm from the village of the damned With my man Morbyd riding shotgun Lighting up the finer green ready to ignite one So put your hands up in
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