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Butter Fingers
Butter fingers couldn’t catch a cold
They
dropped the mould when they made you
Cut the chord and just watched you
fall
The parachute failed to pull through
But look at you now
Yeah just
look at you now
Not a scar, not a scratch, not a mark
No-one would
ever know now
No-one would ever guess how it all started
Tell your life
story they’d laugh at loud
No-one would ever know now
You built a
kingdom all of your own
A cardboard throne and a sea view
Spoilt the
children then boiled their bones
Teach them to talk with their mouths
full
Now the cat got her tongue
The vet bought her lungs
But her heart,
oh her heart
No I couldn’t bear to part with that
No-one will ever
know now
No-one will ever guess how it all started
Sell your life story
they’ll laugh out loud
No-one will ever know now
No-one will ever know,
nail down the lid it’s closed
No-one will ever know now
Like Low Life
Jade’s smashed on alco-pops by mid-day
And her
little kid sister Faye’s got a taste
For the stuff now she’s eight
Dave’s
selling ten pound wraps to his mates
Dealing gate-way drugs to the blind and
the brave
And the Friday brigade
Jumped up marked down we’re falling
around like low life
Hung up strung out we’re torching the town like low
life
Tom’s got a past he’s still running from
He’s dreaming of kingdom
come
Throwing crumbs to the crows and the bums
While Craig leads the black
sheep parade
Che Guevera in stolen shades
With his mace and a home-made
grenade
Jumped up marked down we’re falling around like low life
Hung
up strung out we’re tortured and loud like low life
Like low life
Like no
life I know
Like no life I know
Like no life at all
I heard Beth
tried digging speed for a bet
It’s funny how quick you forget but I
guess
It’s a year more or less
And there’s me caught between the devil and
the vitamin c
All the lifestyle magazines and this cheap
Subterranean
dream
Jumped up marked down we’re falling around like low life
Hung up
strung out we’re torching the town like low life
Jumped up marked down we’re
falling around like low life
Hung up strung out we’re tortured and loud like
low life
