Button
your
lip.
Don't
let
the
shield
slip.
Take
a
fresh
grip
on
your
bullet
proof
mask.
And
if
they
try
to
break
down
your
disguise
with
their
questions
You
can
hide,
hide,
hide,
"I'll
tell
you
what,
I'll
give
you
three
blacks,"
"and
play
you
for
five..."
"Ta!
You
was
unlucky
there
son"
"Time
gentleman!"
Behind
paranoid
eyes.
You
put
on
our
brave
face
and
slip
over
the
road
for
a
jar.
Fixing
your
grin
as
you
casually
lean
on
the
bar,
Laughing
too
loud
at
the
rest
of
the
world
With
the
boys
in
the
crowd
You
hide,
hide,
hide,
Behind
petrified
eyes.
You
believed
in
their
stories
of
fame,
fortune
and
glory.
Now
you're
lost
in
a
haze
of
alcohol
soft
middle
age
The
pie
in
the
sky
turned
out
to
be
miles
too
high.
And
you
hide,
hide,
hide,
Behind
brown
and
mild
eyes.
"Oi!"
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