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