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For less than whores and for less than smack I sell my arse to the masses.
Every workin' day and the weekend at daily rates that don't even keep the demons at bay.
So I forget myself, on account of me forgetting you when it all gets to me.
I've been up for days now digging my grave.
Won't take no convincing to stay coz I got no faith.
One faint glow, a light beyond the so-so.
God knows if we will ever get that far.
"Don't let go!"
They preach it on the radio.
Even so, the voices never seemed so cold.
Highs have never swung so low.
Spine has been engineered but mechanics won't keep up.
The machine ain't gonna slow up.
Say the scenesters "I won't dig it, will you?".
If you need help i can give it to you at a small price.
Been asleep for months now carving this rut out, and I dig all day.
Now that's my kinda faith.
Don't you know it, not every road will lead you to Rome.
Some of those were never meant for you to roam.
Back home with your tv screens and telephone you're not alone – the theives are here to take your gold.
Coz you could never be so bold.
Everything they've got they stole.
Mechanics can't keep up.
Machine won't slow up.
What kind of pretty penny does a pretty little lady like you pull?
What's a man got to do to pull a penny like you?
What's a man gotta do!
Alright?
Hell of a fuck, eh?
Not a bad ride were we tonight?
Hell of a fuck, not a bad right hook.
So then go!
If you don't like the fucking show.
If stayin' here and being updated's gonna be too hard
then walk your big lies and your small talk out that door.
I've just had the fuck!
You guys and your stuff.
This night is gonna end right here.
If you won't stand up, or find the grace to shut up,
I ain't gonna pour your beers.
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