Bury pts. 1 + 3

I'm not from Bury I'm not from Bury, man I'm not from Bury I'm not from Bury, man Stop messing around pal I'm wolverine I'm from Bury A French Prince, I said This song means something Every song means something Bills I got bills I got bills On my elbows And two kids to go with it I kill ... (?) I'm on, I'm on All that road is battle, battle plan I'm from Bury, as in Bourrée A French composition On a fluted instrument I can, I can I can make strong lands Rendering, writing off Of the milk of my elbow Read folders left-handed CD And you will suffer all the seasons On the sides of municipal buildings And used to stop drafts In glass fronted art homes And one day a Spanish king With a council of bad knaves Tried to come to Bury A new way of recording A chain round the neck Ding, off he trots You can't say anything nowadays I said if I'm from Bury Don't mess around, pal I'm wolverine I'm from Bury 'A French prince,' I said This song means something Every song means something Automatic Swap again Hit it! And two kids to go with it I'm not from Bury I'm not from Bury, man I'm not from Bury I'm not from Bury, man Is the artistic Mark in fact Got rid of vermin Like the grey squirrels By rooting out Ben Marshall's articles Or user recordings On his vile manufacturing community I'm from Bury