Tism - Rebel Without A Paunch lyrics

So my hair is sorta thinning and a colour's been applied; And, yeah, O.K, about the paunch - I guess I sorta lied; But you won't hear me whining like those f**ing teeny stars When I'm standing at the mirror and I'm playing air guitar. Rock and roll is music for the angry and depraved - So you can't really rock and roll till you're middle aged. Moaning, between head jobs, rock stars say they're so depressed - They should try out a real job and a boss that's not impressed; If it's so f**ing hard being young, beautiful and rich Come on down the office, co*khead, I'd be glad for us to switch: The Prodigy despise normal men; Keith studded his own tongue; But the pain of that don't compare to actually being one. Oooh, it must be so f**ing hard for all the Trainspotting crew To have to live an alienated life in the proletariat milieu, While all us normal middle cla** wa*ker types are trying Not to have such a great time working 40 years then dying; Every f**ing adolescent moans about how they're so deprived - What do you f**ing think it's like turning forty five? "Oh no!" I say to the wife, "another album's due; Another tour of the world - oh, what am I going to do? Oh, it's such a ha**le - the fans just won't leave me alone - Remember those great old days with three kids and a loan? Can't go to Safeways, got a photo shoot, and I'm stoned. By the way, nearly forgot - Madonna phoned." Hey, who doesn't wanna rock all day and party every night? Every adult's a boring turd - that's exactly f**ing right. You'll never join the normal world, says your anguished teenage voice: Well I don't ever remember someone giving me the choice. So you can sing about rebellion and experiment with drug bingeing But you won't get really angry till your teenage kids start whingeing.