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Doesn't It Make You Sick (Mortar and Brick)
by Gilbert O'Sullivan
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Heart beat low heat no heat at all
Question unanswered and I recall
Haves that have no qualms what arses they lick
In taking their pick)
Doesn't It make you sick
One day Tuesday three days
Or more
Looked for a job saw one
Framed in a store
Rushed into buy it but I was
Too quick
Doesn't it make you sick
At no time in my mind are
Wheelchairs inept
Governments tell you with charm
When faced with a stairway
Here's what they advice
Just walk with it under
Your arm
Who are what are
Where are the few
Always it's arabs hated by jews
Bombing your neighbor with mortar and brick
Doesn't it make you sick
At no time in my mind are
Wheelchairs inept
Governments tell you with charm
When faced with a stairway
Here's their advise
Just walk with it under your arm
No doubt sauerkraut is a racist remark
So to is Blackpool long after dark
Have nots deprived of their mortar and brick
Doesn't it make you sick
Doesn't it make you sick
And suppose If I'm a atheist
It's God I'll thank
Heart beat low heat no heat at all
Question unanswered and I recall
Haves that have no qualms what arses they lick
In taking their pick)
Doesn't It make you sick
One day Tuesday three days
Or more
Looked for a job saw one
Framed in a store
Rushed into buy it but I was
Too quick
Doesn't it make you sick
At no time in my mind are
Wheelchairs inept
Governments tell you with charm
When faced with a stairway
Here's what they advice
Just walk with it under
Your arm
Who are what are
Where are the few
Always it's arabs hated by jews
Bombing your neighbor with mortar and brick
Doesn't it make you sick
At no time in my mind are
Wheelchairs inept
Governments tell you with charm
When faced with a stairway
Here's their advise
Just walk with it under your arm
No doubt sauerkraut is a racist remark
So to is Blackpool long after dark
Have nots deprived of their mortar and brick
Doesn't it make you sick
Doesn't it make you sick
And suppose If I'm a atheist
It's God I'll thank
