Lust of the libertines
Really can't be explained
It rages quiet now here beside you
And your lust for fame
But, fame is such a sinister game
It will all end this way then
Some things won't be the same
Just a face
And a name on a page
But I'll be soundly sleeping
I'll sleep right through this age
'Cause I can deal with all
The blood on my shoes
The holes in my soul
My spirit is tainted
Oh, my tears are painted
Just so long as you
You don't forget to
Cut me on the wall
By the graffiti
Of all the things you just couldn't say
Shove me up the wall
Oh, my darling, it was a kind of lovin
You've left me in that family way again
The dust on my tambourine
Really can't be explained
I need to shake it more often!
I need to shake away the blame
But I'll be soundly sleeping
Taste of goulash in your mouth
As you stumble off stage
I can deal with all
The blood on my shoes
And the holes in my soul
My spirit is tainted
Oh, my tears are painted
But just so long as you
You don't forget to uh uh oh
Cut me on the wall
By the graffiti
Of all the things you just couldn't say
Shove me up the wall
Oh, my darling, it was a kind of lovin' but
You've drive me in that family way again
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