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At eight o'clock we said goodbye That's when I left her house for mine She said that she'd be staying in Well she had to be at work by nine So I get home and have a bath And left an hour or two pass Drifting in front of my TV When a film comes on that she wants to see It's Monday morning 5 19 And I'm still wondering where she's been Cause every time I try to call I just get her machine And now it's almost 6 am And I don't want to try again Cause if she's still not back then this must be the end At half past two I picture her In the back of someone else's car He runs his fingers through her hair Oh you shouldn't left him touch you there It's Monday morning 5 19 And I'm still wondering where she's been Cause every time I try to call I just get her machine And now it's almost 6 am And I don't want to try again Cause if she's still not back Well heaven knows what then Is this the end It's Monday morning 5 19 And I'm still wondering where she's been Cause every time I try to call I just get her machine And now it's almost 6 am And I don't want to try again Cause if she's still not back Well heaven knows what then Is this the end |
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Here comes the star of the show, but he's got piss on his clothes - still he's the man with all the front. Ladies and gentlemen, let's have your warmest welcome for the world's biggest little cunt.
There's no curtain call, no screaming applause. Little comedian, flat on my face again; and no one's laughing, little comedian. Knock knock, I wonder who's that? Knocking everyone's drinks back and treading shit into the rug. It's the boy with the poison inside. The funny-man with the weak little spine, still he's his mother's favourite thug. There's no curtain call, no screaming applause. [CHORUS] 8am, last nights dawning. I feel the bathroom calling, with my 3 minute sickness warning. Head hung over the basin, memories of last night racing, to the mirror with sick face in There's no curtain call, no screaming applause. [CHORUS] |
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