Tác giả : Fall, The
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You don't see rabbits being walked down the street 
And you don't see many cats on leads 
Dogs pet dogs dogs rapacious wet dogs 
Owner of dogs slow-witted dog owner 
Owner of rabid dog saving fare for tunnel 
Euro-dream of civil, civil liberation for dogs 
Society secret society inevitable nightmare 
Of drift dog pet dogs street bullshit 
Dog shit baby bit ass-lick dog mirror 
Dead tiger shot and checked out by dog 
Big tea-chest-fucker dog 
Black collar sends east german refugee back switch and crap pathetic 
Of earth-like lousy dog role model for infidel doghouse continent 
Most citadel dog-eye mirror hypnotic school slaver and learn 
Rot from dog on grass and over nervous delicate dog 
Detracts light from indiscrepant non-dog-lover 
Dog pet dog come home to ya 
Come home we'll talk shit to ya 
Dog the pet-owner-owner  blistered hanging there death dog 
Plato of the human example and copier dogmaster pet mourner 
Dog is life 
 
 
 
And did those feet in ancient times, 
Walk upon mountains green? 
And was the holy lamb of god, 
On england's pleasant pastures seen? 
 
 
 
And did the countenance divine, 
Shine forth on clouded hills? 
And was jerusalem 
Ain the dark satanic mills?* 
 
 
 
Jerusalem 
 
 
 
It was the fault of the government 
I was walking down the street 
When i tripped up on a discarded banana skin 
And on my way down i caught the side of my head 
On a protruding brick chip 
It was the government's fault 
It was the fault of the government 
I was very let down 
From the budget i was expecting a one million quid handout 
I was very disappointed 
It was the government's fault 
It was the fault of the government 
 
I beecame semi-automatic type person 
And i didn't have a pen 
And i didn't heve a condom 
It was the fault of the government 
I think i'll emigrate to sweden or poland 
And get looked after properly by government 
 
Jerusalem 
 
 
 
Bring bow of burning gold: 
Bring arrows of desire: 
Bring me spear: o clouds unfold! 
 
 
 
And though i rest from mental fight, 
And though sword sleeps in hand 
I will not rest til jerusalem is built 
 
 
In englands green and pleasant land.