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They were hanging on

For grim life

They were clutching

at straws

They were sure

That the ship was at port

As it sailed far from shore

They were keen philosophers

They were keen on hurt

They were like

A pair of dumb dogs

Rolling in the dirt

(That's) you and

Your idiot brother

Waiting in the wing

Which one holds up the other

Which one pulls the string

One bite of the apple

One chop at the tree

Is your word

as good as your bond

Your stammer, your honesty

You could have it for free

Because nothing works

For no-one

And that won't work

for me

Nothing works

For no-one at all

No-one works for free

We were

getting on famously

I was doing my bit

They got no claim on me

So send me a writ

I was walking

Around your house

In the middle of the night

Home medicine erotica

Is your prescription right?

I want to kill your sister

With some business advice

Never question your loyalty

On the telephone line

And what about

our fat friend

With the golden ear

Upped and left

Turned down

your best shot

Now you're in arrears