Nervous
You know you're making me nervous
Because I've never known anyone live life with such purpose...
on purpose
Pretty boys, pretty boys
No more glamour of disease
Pity boys, pity boys
That it's your common sense everybody needs
Instead of....
Help yourself
What's mine is yours and yours to keep
Help yourself
But just don't bite the hand that feeds
Nameless
The homeless shall remain nameless
And your barber shop bravado
doesn't cut at Barnardo's
Just with the brainless...
and the shameless
Pretty boys, pretty boys
No more glamour of disease
Pity boys, pity boys
That it's your common sense everybody needs
Instead of...
Help yourself
What's mine is yours and yours to keep
Help yourself
But just don't bite the hand that feeds
Righteous
I could never be righteous
Because I can't afford the brains
the time, the smiles and the niceness...
It's priceless
Pretty boys, pretty boys
No more glamour of disease
Pity boys, pity boys
That it's your common sense everybody needs
Instead of...
Help yourself
What's mine is yours and yours to keep
Help yourself
But just don't bite the hand that feeds
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