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Get your boots on,
And come dance with us,
Rubbing salt into the wound,
Bring your placards and come dance with us,
Party and the funerals.
Oh it’s all so simple,
You’ve just got to follow the rules,
Oh it’s all so simple,
Just slip on your Sunday shoes.
Don’t look up now,
Cos God is vengeful,
And God has got his sights on you,
Don’t look up the Lord is vengeful and God he’s got his sights on you.
And you wait, on the flipside yeah, you’ll see its true,
It’s just us, and we’ll laugh at the rest of you,
And oh, I’m so excited that I can’t sleep.
And when I wake, I’ve got so much work to do,
I rejoice when I turn on the news,
And oh, I’m so excited that I can’t sleep.
Get your boots on, and come dance with us, rubbing salt into the wound,
Bring your placards and come dance with us, party at the funerals.
And oh, you can’t change, I’ve got so much work to do,
And oh, you can’t change me, I’m tougher than a soldier’s boots.
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Where Are You Going?
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