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letra de tuten carson's tomb - the men of no property

deep in the jungle near kerryduff
we came to a clearing, and sure enough
there it was: tuten carson’s hidden tomb—stormount
we found an ancient statue at the gate
tuten carson himself, all full of hate
we wandered up that concrete road
where the winds of change had long since blow’d
we could tell by the bullet holes in the door
the assembly in there wasn’t meeting no more
wе walked across that great big room
in the middlе of the chamber was the pharaoh’s tomb
on a cyril lord carpet three feet deep
his possessions were piled in a great big heap
you’d never believe what we did find
there were stocks and shares of every kind
a bullet-proof vest made of solid jade
a personal gift that whitelaw made
but as we opened up the top
holy god, says i, for we got a shock
he was wearing a bowler hat made of solid gold
a twist on his lips, but his feet were cold
up on the wall was the mummy’s curse:
here lies pharaoh faulkner, one of the worst
the foreign speculator’s pride
they were making a fortune till he died
overthrown by the people in ’71 ad
after the demonstrations
those hieroglyphics on the wall
told the story of the great downfall
every year when the 12th did come
they put on a sash and beat a cambeg drum
remember 190 were the cries
the last time the workers in belfast got a rise
for fifty years they’d had their fun
till stormount fell in ’71
but the people said no, we want to be free
and they made it
we’d solved the mystery of that ancient race
drowned like atlantis without a trace
the answer there was plain to see
one land that enslaves another
itself can never be free

- the men of no property

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