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Brownshirt swordsman of Sydney HarbourPut out to pasture in Dublin townArchbishop's orders to seek and run thoseDeserters down[???] Boston, some call it LondonWhere exiles chose their hellIgnorant labour and foul cavortingFrank, you teach them well[???]He stood aghast as races mixed unmatchedOne baby quoted him for car-park favoursThat bargain was her lastThere was no pipe band, or even earth movedThe reeking river passedWitches in the water, we remember but forgetWe love to eat the long pig, which we now of courseRegretWhat made you seek out this Cape TrafalgarThis day of cannon fire, shipwreck and damp[???]Your Lordship, see, I bring good dealsHuman kidneys from West Australia, hand-carved bauxite chairsSongtexte[???]But I've seen that sword somewhereMichael Barrymore, the royal surgeonSalutes and calls from the tugboat prowA sad farewell to Dead Dog IslandTo lessen scorn, too dull to learnFlames take fire to Canary Tower in 1929 Witches in the water, lots more sacrifices, pleaseCharcoal and molasses, and whose bowls are theseThere was no pipe band, or even earth movedThere was a body, a crucifix chewed throughA ten-foot cortege, a white band with black trimSlow-motion re-run, Battle of AughrimLet those marshlands be cleared for a fiesta of fraudFor entrepreneurs from at home and abroad[???] opens, Guernica pageantsPerformance potions, prosthetics and implantsThe flags are out for him, a fan club waits within[???]He's kept the teeth and hair, it's what the showgirl wearHe puts them on display, a more refined hoorayNever happened, nor could it, of courseHumanity's been optimisedWitches in the water, by my sword they were chastisedEating's never cheating, long pig pie was set asideWe've led such blameless lives Aus Songtexte Mania