Aprosexic - Old age should burn and rave at close of day

Thursday, March 22, 2007

There was a soldier, a British soldier

Today's lyric:
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"I hate the army an' I hate the R.A.F.
I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat
I hate the Civil Service rules
And I won't open letter bombs for you."

The Clash: "Career opportunities"
From the album: "The Clash"

Punk at its very best

The Army had to fire
'Cos he got higher and higher.
So a short, sharp, shocking spell in the Army would sort out the hooded druggies, eh?

Now either they've already been inducted (result for society, bad news for this once-proud nation) or the Recruiting Office is just setting out its stall to entice them off the streets?

Meteorological Capitol Update:
Slight sleet. Sleeight?

Labels: Climatology, Wryness