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I feel for you, you little horror |
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Safe at your mother's breast |
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No lucky break for you around the corner |
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'Cause your father is a bully |
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And he thinks that you're a pest |
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And your sister she's no better than a whore. |
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Life seems so rosy in the cradle, |
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But I'll be a friend I'll tell you what's in store |
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There's nothing at the end of the rainbow. |
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There's nothing to grow up for anymore |
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Tycoons and barrow boys will rob you |
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And throw you on the side |
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And all because they love themselves sincerely |
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And the man holds a bread knife |
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Up to you throat is four feet wide |
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And he's anxious just to show you what it's for. |
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Your mother works so hard to make you happy |
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But take a look outside the nursery door |
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There's nothing at the end of the rainbow. |
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There's nothing to grow up for anymore |
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And all the sad and empty faces |
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That pass you on the street |
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All running in their sleep, all in a dream |
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Every loving handshake |
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Is just another man to beat |
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How your heart aches just to cut him to the core |
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Life seems so rosy in the cradle, |
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But I'll be a friend I'll tell you what's in store |
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There's nothing at the end of the rainbow. |
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There's nothing to grow up for anymore |