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B C FDo
BWahF#/B F F
BOh F#/Bb C F
BHanging about down the F#/Bbmarket street
I Fspent a lot of time on my feet
When I Bsaw some passing F#/Bbyabbos
BWe did Cchance to speaFk
I knew how to sing
y' know an
They knew how to pose
An' one of them had a Les Paul
Heart attack machine
BAll the Eyoung Bpunks
Laugh your Elife
Cos there B/Ebain't much toB/Eb cry C#mfor
BAll the Eyoung Bcunts
Live it Fnow
Cos there C#main't much to die Bfor
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 manger
Though he ain't the mafia
A contract is a contract
When they get 'em out on yer
You gotta Adrag yourself to work
Drag yourself to sleep
You're Adead 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
Contribuição: Felipe S. A. de Mello(email protected)
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