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SCHOLAR

WHEN YOU SLEEP
When you sleep
I enter your dream
I could be nice
But I like to be mean.

I can show you faces
No movie could afford
There's no escaping
And I never get bored.

On the coldest nights
I shall make you burn
Because I like to watch
You toss and turn.

Night after night
I torture your soul
But in the morning
You can barely recall.

MY PAL - HENRY VIII
Me & Henry VIII often have
a night on the town,
We go into pubs
& get high sucking beer mats,
(ever wondered why
they always get so soggy?)

We talk about the good old days
Like when Henry was King of England
Or when I used to work at the chip shop.

One night Henry got really tanked up
& accidentally materialised behind the bar,
All the regulars staring at him,
"Ale's pretty strong tonight lads," said Henry.
CONCRETE COUNTRYSIDE
By Andy Savage
To stop the roads
And to halt the airports
They dig tunnels underground
The bailiffs get the run-around,
Machines are not allowed to pound the countryside

They make the news
And they get on TV,
So now we know what's going on
There'll be no green left before long
Marshes drained and trees all gone,
It's genocide.

Now men of greed and men of money
You have got no place to hide
We will not let your cement slide
To make a concrete countryside
Your brains are fried!

DESPERATE GAME
The rats are scratching at the door
I've fed them once but they want more
And all the crumbs in all the land
Have long since falled from my hand
It's a desperate game to remain sane
It's a desperate game
Stick your tongue out!

I throw them bread and I throw them meant
But still they chew upon my feet
And in my sleep they are in my dreams
Even death is no escape it seems
It's a desperate game to remain sane
It's a desperate game
Stick your tongue out!

But I will never run away
I'm here to stay is what I say
And if your aim is to drive me mad
Then you shall starve and I'll be glad
It's a desperate game to remain sane
It's a desperate game
Stick your tongue out!


   
 
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