Lyrics

Prick on the palm And sweet pity she's born And despite the details I was caught by the con When you're dug with the dead Well there's things to be said For just walking away Stick with the sick cause you're sorry kid And expect some decay It was cool We were fooled Letter sitting here from Jenny Well the sight of her face Began all my disgrace Talking bout your friend that was Friends with the fuzz Was taking pictures of everything coz It was cool We were fooled And I don't know anybody who wouldn't let me down I don't know anybody who shouldn't let me down I don't know anybody who couldn't let me down Oh, let me down Old fat face is a fucker But I don't find him foul It's that slim smirking rich kid And the things he did with my gal If you love being down Meet me down here If you love being down If you know the part Where it's the Hundredth of March And your life won't start And the whole damn thing Is the hardest part It was cool We were fooled And I don't know anybody who wouldn't let me down I don't know anybody who shouldn't let me down I don't know anybody who couldn't let me down Oh, let me down If you love being down Meet me down here If you LOVE being down If you know the part Where it's the Hundredth of March And your life won't start And the whole damn thing Is the hardest part And you're waiting... Waiting on someone you knew once To just come back And remember Sliding off the street Falling off my feet
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