Vista previa
Hanging about down the market street
I spent a lot of time on my feet
When I saw some passing yabbos
We did chance to speak
I knew how to sing
Y´ know an
They knew how to pose
An´ one of them had a Les Paul
Heart attack machine
All the young punks
Laugh your life
Cos there ain´t much to cry for
All the young cunts
Live it now
Cos there ain´t much to die for
Everybody wants to bum
A ride on the rock ´n´ roller coaster
And we went out
Got our name in small print on the poster
Of course we got a manger
Though he ain´t the mafia
A contract is a contract
When they get ´em out on yer
You gotta drag yourself to work
Drag yourself to sleep
You´re dead from the neck up
By the middle of the week
Face front you got the future shining
Like a piece of gold
But I swear as we get closer
It look more like a lump of coal
But it´s better than some factory
Now that´s no place to waste your youth
I worked there for a week once
I luckily got the boot