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Do you want some more songs about 1880s? Funds for Charles Dickens and everyone else alive in the late 1800s in England When they knew, finally, the source of cholera, and it's all fu- All so fucked for the young, my young homies out there Who, my Broad Street friends and neighbours Is this Jon Snow, come to save us? Condescending, know-all vandal Sneaks in and steals our street pump handle Needed you more to bother you So many sick with cholera Comes to steal from our daughters and our sons The very waters God, in plentitude, provides us Lambeth Water Company supplies us Who hath so off relived our thirst For whom I am so proud to work Make Broad Street great again Make Broad Street great again Make Broad Street great again Trust his phantasmagorical germ theory? Question's rhetorical Aristotle first saw as the cause of illness rank miasma Wisdom known a millennium Not by that empty head on him You will wreck our faith and country Our Lambeth Water Company Your threat to civilisation is great as water's filtration What need has true theology of epidemiology? Make Broad Street great again Make Broad Street great again Make Broad Street great again Return the handle and we'll, then At last, make Broad Street great again I see visions of future men I prophesy, a time comes when Each individual trumps the whole The common wealth, from us, is stole Millions all will lives and die And know each one is just an island Glorious vision, now, good day I live, in fact, some miles away Glass of water? Don't think I will I'm not thirsty, you all look ill Make Broad Street great again Make Broad Street great again Make Broad Street great again Make Broad Street great again
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