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Elins on a Riot:
Elin, she is a welsh girl
Shes not like any ordinary Bird
pack of smokes and
a Big Mac,
nothing special just average crap
Elin thought this was alright for her
Elin thought this was alright
for her
Elin thought this was alright for her
Elin thought this was alright for her
nothing to fear, nothing
to hear
She was so used to bieng shoved
to the end of the line,
nothing to fear, nothing to hear
She was so used
to bieng shoved
to the end of the line.
Elin's thoughts turned into dreams
her morals came appart at the seems
unhinged
truths bolting up the lies
The riot was no surprise
polaroid stares in a candy cane hope
polaroid stares in a candy
cane hope
polaroid stares in a candy cane hope
...now that elins on a riot.
nothing to fear, nothing to hear
She
was so used to bieng shoved
to the end of the line,
nothing to fear, nothing to hear
She was so used to bieng shoved
to
the end of the line.
instead of the blackboard
she now holds a sign
instead of the back
shes at the front
of the refuse line.
fists clenched in the air
a sea of hypnotic stares
a hundred voices turn to one
Elins here
for the fury and not the fun
Now let the riot begin.
nothing to fear, nothing to hear
She was so used
to bieng shoved
to the end of the line,
nothing to fear, nothing to hear
She was so used to bieng shoved
to the
end of the line.
Elin won the riot,
with help from the nation,
the union and the local radio station
Elins
done it she's finally won.
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...Die, Die, Die My Darling, Cold Blood Around A Single Word.
Lloyd,Evans,Hopkins(C)2005
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