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Tainted Angels with Butter Knives

Tainted angels with butter knives
Straight from the rummage
They cast their fuels from drunken mules

Jason Lowestein’s a wanker
Thinks me mum's not cool
She’s off to the circus of the train

Oh

Drunken mules and wankers
Up through the air
From tainted angels with butter knives
To wipe away their sins