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Bite the Bullet
Bite the bullet, grasp the nettle
Pot is black as so called kettle
Ash to ashes, dust to settle
Heavy guns from heavy metal.
Down in the scullery, old wives bitchin’
Too many cooks in the brothel kitchen
Holes in time, no time for stitching
You scratch back when my back’s itching
Eye for eye and a tooth for cutting
One for all and all for no...
Monday 13th September 2010 10:12 pm
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