If my Mother’s there when you’re sent away, tell her of the conscience that I always keep at bay
Tell her she was right and true to keep the girls away;
No full man a man apart, on us don’t lay your weigh
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Polly, you cunt, too high are your standards, cope with our folk in your other hereafter
Polly, you cunt, you’re hell on our standards, we’ll cope with the loss, we ain’t burdened with manners
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If my sister’s there when you’re sent away, tell her of the jealousy I always keep at bay
Tell her she was right and true to lead Mother away;
No full man a man apart, on us don’t lay your weigh
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Polly, you cunt, too high are your standards, cope with our folk in your other hereafter
Polly, you cunt, you’re hell on our standards, we’ll cope with the loss, we ain’t burdened with manners
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You’ve made a slut of a mistake, now cope with lockstep prison pace
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If my daughter’s there when you’re sent away, tell her of the sadness I always keep at bay
Tell her she was right and true to lead her Ma away;
No full man a man apart, on us don’t lay your weigh
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Polly, you cunt, too high are your standards, cope with our folk in your other hereafter
Polly, you cunt, you’re hell on our standards, we’ll cope with the loss, we ain’t burdened with manners
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You’ve made a slut of a mistake, now cope with lockstep prison pace
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If my foe is there when you’re sent away, tell them of the standard’s rag I always keep at bay
Tell them they were right and true in their own way
No full man a man apart, on us don’t lay your weigh
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Polly, you cunt, too high are your standards, cope with our folk in your other hereafter
Polly, you cunt, you’re hell on our standards, we’ll cope with the loss, we ain’t burdened with manners