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Death of a sense of humor 'N death of sense How do you recover from this? What do you fear being found out? Then why do you always give yourself away? What do you want to do? Hide Then why go out and make an exhibition of yourself? What do you seek? Oblivion And drugs walk the streets What you want to be able to do is worst advice Louse given in largesse Arms control Arms control poseur Arms control Parliament connives a diseased access company There's nothing much I can do about this So I drink in recline with an acquaintance, sound Spouse is talking on the phone To well-armed, arms control poseur Arms control poseur I found my home I made a calendar that wasn't there To find whether it was the first of December or not Armed control poseur in pity and envy Dragged from the streets I quite very, very much enjoyed His jovial lies lying Arms control poseur Arms control poseur Arms control poseur Sports car interior Encrusted with bluebottles Armored car interior Encrusted with bluebottles I even stoop to an icy vodka As I feel the inevitable Battle creep nearer and nearer Chip, chip Arms control poseur Arms control poseur Get me a nice woolly polo neck With a red cardigan from next Ideal summer wear Arms control poseur