Is really quite tame
It rages quietly nigh here beside you
And your lust for fame
But fame is such a sinister game, I know...
It could all end this way then
Some things won't be the same
Oh just a face, and a name on a page
But I'll be soundly sleeping
I'll be soundly sleeping
I'll sleep right through that age
Cause I can deal with all...
The blood on my shoes
The holes in my soul
My spirit is tainted
All my tears are painted
Am just so long as you...
You don't forget to... Oh uh ow
Cut me on the wall
By the graffiti of all the things
I just couldn't say
Shove me up the wall
Oh my darling (oh Poor Cow)
It was a kind of loving
But you've left me in the family way again
The dust on my tambourine
Really can be explained
I need to shake it more often
I need to shake away the blame
Oh well, fame is such a sinister game, I know...
The taste of goulash in your mouth
As you stumble offstage...
Forget-me-nots bloom on this day then
But they whither with age
Oh I can deal with all...
The blood on my shoes
The holes in my soul
My spirit is tainted
All my tears are painted
Am just so long as you...
You don't forget to... Oh uh ow
Cut me on the wall
By the graffiti of all the things
I just couldn't say
Oh won't you hove me up the wall
Oh Poor Cow
It was a kind of loving
But you've left me in the family way again
The Lust of the Libertines Is really quite tame It rages quietly nigh here beside you And your lust for fame But fame is such a sinister game, I know... It could all end this way then Some things won't be the same Oh just a face, and a name on a page But I'll be soundly sleeping I'll be soundly sleeping I'll sleep right through that age Cause I can deal with all... The blood on my shoes The holes in my soul My spirit is tainted All my tears are painted Am just so long as you... You don't forget to... Oh uh ow Cut me on the wall By the graffiti of all the things I just couldn't say Shove me up the wall Oh my darling (oh Poor Cow) It was a kind of loving But you've left me in the family way again The dust on my tambourine Really can be explained I need to shake it more often I need to shake away the blame Oh well, fame is such a sinister game, I know... The taste of goulash in your mouth As you stumble offstage... Forget-me-nots bloom on this day then But they whither with age Oh I can deal with all... The blood on my shoes The holes in my soul My spirit is tainted All my tears are painted Am just so long as you... You don't forget to... Oh uh ow Cut me on the wall By the graffiti of all the things I just couldn't say Oh won't you hove me up the wall Oh Poor Cow It was a kind of loving But you've left me in the family way again Explain Request ×
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