@ FUCK    

Sitting in the bedroom, dreaming of the big time
Beat up guitar singing all the right words
Need new strings but don't need the musos
In the music shops playing all their hot licks

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Got no letters, screamed at the postman
Got no calls, kicked in Bob Hoskins
Got to hit the city, got to see bright lights
Got to go out, got to have good times

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Fed up having books propping up the bookshelves
Scratched up records, face down on the carpet
Found an old shirt, sprayed 'A' for anarchy
With the word 'fuck' (and) wore it to the hippodrome

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