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| We buried four workmen; they dug themselves well |
| From four empty coffins to four early graves |
| They're only paddies, just paddies; don't dig them too deep |
| You'll need all your strength, boys, and they're replaced easily |
| With the heat I was melting into your sweet lips |
| Ah, your kiss takes me back, takes me back from all this |
| Someone said it was Christmas but not a tree was in sight |
| The only thing growin' was my will to die |
| Till the gaffer said "Men, your work here is done" |
| I said "I'll see you in Hell, on that train we died for" |
| Never again will I smell your sweet dream |
| But a pissed stained old gutter where your lips used to be |
| Quite simple, as all their songs tend to be. That's it for now. Enjoy it! |