Correct The Mail Don't Fail Lyrics
Correct The Mail Don't Fail
[Verse 1:] The country's dyin' screams, squabblin' boats and elite Who overlook the abuse in children's homes The abuse of human right for the lust of yachts in sights I can't even spell the word job, alright And if it gets far too much, they'll bury the stories With more abuse on a national scale The mail don't fail, it will gather you like willing subjects to sew the upset And turn me into a raving half-wit on government time I've got a Westminster mind [Chorus:] A national hero called Mr. Zero The mail don't fail The mail don't fail [Verse 2:] Deirdre set your fat and your dead body mistakes On frosted flakes, green line on night shifts Green lawn on nightshift Exhausted voices, payin' out rates Death sloop, no lettuce, no mates No chance of an holiday on a rotor full of rigor mortis That ain't latin, that's like it or lump it Flowers strapped to lampposts and Bikes sprayed white to signify the loopholes? The carve? instead - angel's delight [Chorus:] A national hero called Mr. Zero The mail don't fail The mail don't fail [Verse 3:] Looks about and looks of it's too late Looks of depression and management inefficiency The guideline's blurred in situations No clear route matches the expectations They've all gone, nobody gives a toss It's all hold together by a thin grasp Reason, company ethos, that's where Everybody snapped in the workhouse lair Please, sir, can I have some more? I nicked the staff key for the public toilet door, 'cos The customer one is a real slice of life Dried up wee on the lid, yeah, that's nice Eamonn Andrews and This Is Your Life [Chorus:] A national hero called Mr. Zero The mail don't fail The mail don't fail [Verse 4:] Panic attack, panic room, knick-knack paddywhack panic, that's no tie It's too hot for that sod it, boss I ain't lookin' three buttons down I look daft, it's John Travolta man One to one's a merely silent, get done No, get down! No dragon's den, just dandruff, mate Nightmare, panic attack, panic room knick-knack paddywhack panic, that's no tie It's too hot for that sod it boss I ain't lookin' three buttons down I look daft, it's John Travolta man One to one's a merely silent, man Panic attack, panic room, knick-knack paddywhack Panic. That's no tie, that's no tie Where's your tie?
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