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Wrench their insides out
Make them cry and make them shout
Last week's language, this week's blend
Same old story told again

Live together, day by day
Silly fights and quarrels thrown away
Leave no time to mess around
Working 'til it's time to hit the ground
Stop for mealtimes when we may
Minstrel's lifeline and chimney sweep's pay

Sat in silence on the road
Front tyre burst and caused an episode
Two o'clock, the hands tick by
Pointing at the sun across the sky
Run to haul the busker's load
Reach the hall at seven, thought trains closed

We wrench their insides out
Make them laugh and make them shout
Last week's language, this week's blend
Same old story told again

Say the show won hearts and minds
Old traditions, tales to find
Watch the telly, pull the blinds

A hundred years of history gone
Trapped in clubs where they think it belongs
Set in stone by people's law
Adrenaline-crazed singers out on tour
Old lady cries that folk lives on
And she'd be right, just listen to the songs
Tunes they play through every door
Hordes of dancers begging them for more

They wrench their insides out
Make them move and make them shout
Last week's language, this week's blend
Same old story, told again

Wrench their insides out
Make them cry and make them shout
Last week's language, this week's blend
Same old story, told again