Blood On The Quad

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They looked at my postcode, they asked me to speak
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It was then I decided my prospects were bleak.
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Well it may be through goose rule, it may be through God
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One day there’s gonna be blood on the quad.
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Blood on the quad, blood on the quad
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Me in the belltower and blood on the quad.

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They’d been punting on the Backs; they drank a crate of Becks
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Smashed the punts up with an axe, now they’re going to drop their kecks.
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Well they say not to spoil them by sparing the rod
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You’ll know I complied when there’s blood on the quad.
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Blood on the quad, blood on the quad
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Me in the belltower and blood on the quad.


Can you hear Talvin Singh?
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Blood on the quad, blood on the quad
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Me in the belltower and blood on the quad.
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Me in the belltower and blood on the quad.

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It sounds like a class rant but it’s really because
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I am the landlord of the pub that gets the cemetery trade
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Landlord of the pub that gets the cemetery trade.
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Blood on the quad, blood on the quad
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Me in the belltower and blood on the quad.