The whispering, May hurt you, But the printed word might kill you
The whispering, May hurt you, But the printed word might kill you So donīt let the blue, The blue eyes fool you, Theyīre just gelignite, Loaded and aiming right between your eyes
CDs and T-shirts, promos and God knows, You know I couldnīt last, Someone please take me home
The teenagers, Who love you, They will wake up, yawn and kill you
The teenagers, Who love you, They will wake up, yawn and kill you
So donīt let the blue, The blue eyes fool you, Theyīre just gelignite, Loaded and aiming right between your eyes
CDs and T-shirts, promos and God knows, You know I couldnīt last, Someone please take me home
Thereīs a cash register ringing and, It weighs so heavy on my back, Someone please take me home
The critics who, Canīt break you, They somehow help to make you , The critics who, Canīt break you, Unwittingly they make you
So donīt let the good days, Of the gold discs, Creep up and mug you
With evil legal eagles, You know I couldnīt last, Accountants rampant, You know I couldnīt last
Every -ist and every -ism, Thrown my way to stay, And the northern leeches go on, Removing, removing, removing
Then in the end, Your royalties bring you luxuries, Your royalties bring you luxuries, Oh but
The squalor of the mind, The squalor of the mind, The squalor of the mind, The squalor of the mind
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