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Lyrics: I'm fashioning a bolt for an unstable door,but the colt has long since bolted,
Bright sparks fly into unprotected eyes,but my native wit has revolted,
I fell into a barrel of dismembered dummies and came up sucking my thumb,
Despite life stage fright on an opening night - this flop looks set to run and run.
I've been doing the rounds of this artillery garden,like a caddie of expendable stock,
but the armoury display on the clubhouse - wall could…Continue