 On returning lyrics ( Wire )   
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 Rate On Returning
Artist : Wire
Song : On returning
You'll be sorry when the sun has roasted you to
Lobster red, nothing said When yellow has turned
green to brown, divide by four Multiply by nine,
describe your divisions, anatomical derision
Lobster head and lobster feet On arriving with a
third language Tucked into your brief case, next
to your toothbrush Along with a copy of the
Nouvelle Observateure While your sons and
daughters who registered naught Under intensive
electronic scanning You regard your body with
regard to events With which nothing planned Never
lacked a sense of theatre On returning with the
tab you've gained A head of world service, the
best of your culture An evening of fun in the
metropolis of your dream
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