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When everybody's watching you
Like some ugly little insect
And the walls repeat your echoes
And you're dying for some action
And you find you wanna hurt yourself
For no apparent reason
Perhaps you should be thinking
Of a change to your adress
When you're talking talking talking
And you don't know what you're saying
Perhaps somebody's listening
Do you think they really care?
And all I ever wanna be
Is patronised a little more
And lately I've been thinking
Of a change to my address
Broccoli and rhubarb and Custard and fuck
it custard custard
At least eleven packets of Panadine Forte
A notepad with a frilly pen and ink that
looks like blood
A copy of Jewel's new book of poetry for
inspiration
One legnth of orange rope and twelve gauge
ammunition
A box of fifteen nine inch nails, a hammer
and december's Hustler
One pack of Klashnikov skin care cream
One pen to write a list of people who
ignored my cries for help
One last camel ride to bring back childhood
memories
And then I'll be gone
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la laaa
When time is running out you feel
Your life is quickly fading
You might be doomed to stick around
And live a little longer
You just bite your lip real hard and then
Try to grin and bear it
And maybe grin and bear it
And maybe kill the bredom
With a change to your address
Oooooh, la la la oooh.
Oooooh, la la la ooooh oooooh-ooooh
Oooooh, la la la oooh.
Oooooh, la la la ooooh ooooooooooooh.
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