All The Young Punks

[Verse 1]

I'm hanging about down the market street

I spent a lot of time on my feet

When I saw some passing yabbos

And we did chance to speak

But I knew how to sing, you know

And they knew how to pose

And one of them had a Les Paul

Heart attack machine

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All the young punks, laugh your life

Because there aren't much to cry for

All you young cunts, live it now

Because there aren't much to die for

[Verse 2]

Everybody wants to bum a ride on the rock and roller coaster

And we went out and got our name in small print on the poster

Of course we got a manager and though he isn't the mafia

A contract is a contract, when they get them out of here

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[Verse 3]

You got to drag yourself to work

Drug yourself to sleep

You're dead 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

And I luckily got the boot

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