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    No hope for the village, no hope for the village
    There's a merchant in our midst and with a barrel fist
    He's coloured every surface, he's slapped up a portrait
    And yes, it is his own! He's gonna take your home!
    Have you seen our visitor? Look! Over the treetops!
    Newly conjured erections are making him a killing
    And Richmond St. is illing, so the graduates are willing
    To buy in to the pillage, now there is no hope for the village

    Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp

    When he was a young man, he conjured up a firemare
    And burnt off both his eyebrows and half a head of hair
    And then as an apprentice, he took a Drowish mistress
    Who bestowed upon his youthfulness a sense of Champagne Chic
    Oh seduction, his seduction to the world of construction
    Now his mind will start to wander when he's not at his computer
    Now his massive genitals refuse to co-operate
    And no amount of therapy can hope to save his marriage

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    Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp
    Can you hear them talking? Listen through the wall:

    Nothing to do, nothing to do
    Living rent-free is boring me
    Got no use for my PE Degree
    Got no use for my pedigree

    I feed you every morning and ask so little
    Hedi Slimane
    But you belittle all the work that I do
    And Agnes B
    When you take that walk without permission
    I'm not content
    I'm not defensive, I'm just saying this cause I love you
    I'm not content
    You know I hate it when your friends are in the pool
    Donna Karan
    Old money stinks, send those faggots back to Forest Hill
    And Kara Saun
    Contentment? What contentment? I am bald and impotent
    I'm not content
    Is that what it's about? Oh honey, honey, shut your mouth
    I'm not content

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    Composición: Owen Pallett

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