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She Makes My Nose BleedSafety in numbers togetherNobody can tell us if we're thick or if we're clever See him, victim, shouting Telling all the people that we're meeting in a field Safety in numbers together Nobody can tell us if we're thick or if we're clever See him, victim, shouting Telling all the people that we're meeting in a field And we are foolishly drawn We'll meet, we'll talk, we'll rush The gods of not very much We'll meet, we'll talk, we'll rush The gods of not very much A strange dude in brown shoes with holes through Stands at Speaker's Corner with a memo tape recorder Nightfall, the crowd come, his bible Opened at a page that says he made us all the same How funny, ironic, the crowd they They agree to differ as they're wearing the same T-shirt Fit in, convention, nothing You're just talking rubbish and you know that you're not Playing with us 'Cause we're the gods of not very much |