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correspondent had a story to tell
Of an uneasy time, that all is not well
On the borders of this midland
In the hills there’s trouble
For a short crime is double
Crises have risen since the government fell
Casualties increase as the enemy shell
The climate’s unhealthy, flies and wrath thrive
And sooner than later the end will arrive
The official correspondent writing night and day
Gunfire’s increasing
Burning!
Looting!
Rape!
Tatty Seaside Town
Big Malloney put on the hatchling made
Feathers only batter a frightening scene
Sheer thrill of balance on a warm august night
Much rather run than get stuck with this fight
PRAY!, when the sun goes down
I live in a seaside town
PRAY!, when the sun goes down
I live in a seaside town
Punch your single tickets, the train is pulling out
Goodbye pier, this town went out of lights
Pungent smell of adrenalin
Seaside mafia have met in time tonight
PRAY!, when the sun goes down
I live in a seaside town
PRAY!, when the sun goes down
I live in a seaside town
PRAY!, when the sun goes down
I live in a seaside town
PRAY!, when the sun goes down
I live in a seaside town
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