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You fucking lied to me And I trusted you I nearly loved you - Christ! The look in your eyes As you told me lies And you nearly cried So I did it for
Well aren't you glad to be alive Had your brain took out when you were five Learned to respect your mum and dad And no, there's nothing wrong with that
I fuckin' hate motorways.... service station angst release (touring band - traditional)!
You sat on a bus and wondered What future is there in this? Working all week to get money Cos money gets you pissed So you thought "I wanna be famous
Working class hero? No such thing Put on your Martens. you still can't sing No organised class, it's out of control Your mates are so young, you feel
What's your number? What's your name? What's your status? What's your game? Down the station come with me All you punks you're all the same What's your
