Hanging about
Down the market street
I spent a lot of time on my feet
When i saw some pa**ing 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
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All the young punks
Laugh your life
Cos there ain't much to cry for
All the young c*nts
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 manager
Though he ain't the mafia
A contract is a contract
When they get 'em out on yer
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You gotta drag yourself to work
Drug 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
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