Sentimental Marching Song

Lyrics
In the barber shop In the game In the lair of the wrinkled old worm All men the same All men the same Born to brutalise On every scale On every scale Passing down the iron line Cocooned in a fist Running through the tension rod Never kissed So stop all that moaning and sing Along with the sirens outside I'll be over at ten Yeah, we can take a ride The beast lurches into the road Brеathing deep Buckets of brains Rooms full of sleep He needs a little lovе at closing time He needs a little love at closing time He needs a little love at closing time He needs a little love at closing time He needs a little love at closing time He needs a little love at closing time He needs a little love at closing time He needs a little love at closing time The beast lurches into the road Breathing deep Buckets of brains Rooms full of sleep He needs a little love at closing time He needs a little love at closing time He needs a little love at closing time He needs a little love at closing time He needs a little love at closing time He needs a little love at closing time He needs a little love at closing time He needs a little love at closing time He needs a little love at closing time He needs a little love at closing time He needs a little love at closing time He needs a little love at closing time
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Credits
- Writers
- Jon Langford