Lyrics
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I put on a tonne of weight
For a role I didn't get
Aye
Now I'm always late for set
Getting panned in the LA Times
Getting tanned on the internet
Wondering why
I ain't give up yet?
Cause sooner or later
There'll be children turned to fire by the wind
There'll be matey from the corner store
Muddied at the chin
There'll be heroin and murder
And then it will begin
To bend you over
And you'll bend over
Blood on the mirror
Got hairspray on my breath
Aye
Just don't give a shit
Chained to the mic stand
My good looks and my debt
Wondering why
I ain't give up yet?
Cause sooner or later
There'll be Romans violated at the skin
There'll be mothers in hysteria
Fishing through your bins
There'll be holes in all your logic
And then it will begin
To bend you over
And you'll bend over
Cause you're no soldier
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