Bunny Baker

The room looks lonely now
In despair of the nights activity
Bedraggled and covered
With spilt alcohol and ash
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If you are a friend
Then give me something
A present or something like that
That’s what friends are for
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It blew my head off
After just one glass
I thought I would be alright
I didn’t want to start a fight
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Although the sun shines
Nothing can erase the smog
Bleak, baron buildings surround
The tedious toil of the cog
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I woke up early this morning
With feeling that I’ve never had
There was Nostalgia Pain and Sorrow
I thought that I’d gone mad
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It was a bad lamb and a mad lamb and it wanted a piece of meat
It didn't want any bloody grass like it was supposed to eat
It pulled its lips back in a snarl and bared its herbivorous teeth
And snorted through its nose like some wild and dangerous beast
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Rip up the houses
Rip them all down
Replace them with factories
Replace them with towns
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A yellow capped flower dances in the breeze
Which seems strange considering the stillness of the sky
Grass shivers and sways like a shiny green blanket, rippling and ruffled
Chaffinch and rook echo through the tranquillity
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There was a young lady called Rosemary Baker,
It was said she could work yet no-one could make her.

She was pretty, most clever and occasionally flirty
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It's 5.01 and the night has blocked out the day
The lemmings leave their luminous buildings
Heading for a happy hour to keep the blues at bay
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