Bad Review

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Re Our gig at Deptford Abyss
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Who the hell does Jeff Dreadnought
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 think he is?
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Was he even there? - I ask myself,
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 does he even care? - don't kid 
yourself
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Wait 'till our PR men hear of this.
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It's a bad review; we got a bad 
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review, oh ha
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It's a bad review, what are we 
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gonna do? Oh ha
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I can't walk down the street 'cos 
other groups I might meet and 
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they'll smirk
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Oh, it's a rum old do is a bad 
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review, oh Lord
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An' my girlfriend's fuming.
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You hacks don't know where it's 
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at;
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You can't appreciate the master of 
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the Strat
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Not that I'm concerned - 'course 
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you're not, your paper's full of 
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crap
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'Course it is, I only read the gig
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 guide anyway.
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It's A bad review, A B-B-B-bad 
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review, oh ha
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We got a bad review, I can't 
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believe it's true, oh Lord
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Well I know what you look like so 
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don't ever come near Stroud
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Page thirty-two, it's a bad review,
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 oh Lord
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My girlfriend's fuming.
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OK, let's go to chapel.
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Oo-oo what's to do? It's a bad 
review
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Oo-oo what's to do? It's a bad 
review
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The fearsome hollow boom of the 
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older boys in the deep end
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Green shoots of recovery shrivelled 
up in harsh tomorrows
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Left to pick dry sticks and mumble 
to myself
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A melancholy emblem of parish 
cruelty.
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Oo-oo what's to do? It's a bad 
review
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Oo-oo what's to do? It's a bad 
review
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Bad review,       bad review,   
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  bad review,     bad review.
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