So here we are,
another star with out a car - you're gonna make it Each bit of rot to its own slot,
the cheapest shot was saying I faked it And if that's all you make of your time Then I'm not wasting any more explaining what I've made of mine You better walk around,
'cause no one's gonna drive you home So many shows,
you've been below enough to know you shouldn't think it Excalibur or your guitar?
Do you think you are the Queen of England?
And your crying won't make you a dime It's just like any other job where there gonna pay for your time You better walk around,
'cause no one's gonna drive you home I'm not impressed with your desire to be the biggest in the bowl You'll still just be a little shit in a world that's just a big shit hole You better walk around,
'cause no one's gonna drive you home
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