I'm the yellow lego in your hod
that is always left behind
I wear a kilt on St Andrew's day,
got a bloodhound on my mind
I'm down so deep, my climb is steep
as I crawl into a rut
I have nothing left to offer, babe
I bleed oil when I'm cut
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