Mortuary
Tables Limited
by Bob Houlston
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She
was just seventeen, you know what I mean. From
womb to tomb it's life was in doom. The
fumes are perfectly safe, don't make a fuss. The
man-agers breathe fresh air that's upstairs. The smiley is crying because workers are dying... :-( |
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