Banned, wrecksted and broken, smashed up in bits.
That is the only way everything fits.
All held together, spitballs and string.
Splinters of wood on a birds broken wing.
Now what's together, will soon come apart.
When it's all over, move back to the start.
Now what's together, will soon come apart.
When it's all over, move back to the start.
Writer(s): Stephen Rennicks
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