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- Death In The Afternoon
The Matador corners the beast,
The Anarchist enslaves the priest,
From Barcelona, down to Seville,
They drink the cocktail of the kill.
The captive begs for his release,
As they drag him by his ankles through the cobbled streets,
Long live the Republic, the people sing,
- What Was Said On The Landing
Older does not always mean wiser,
And kinder is not always for the best,
So why do people ignore all the warnings?
She slept on the floor, that I swear and not in my bed.
And now he's far too cool,
To take off his jacket,
Just like the English spy,