I get around to singing about 

That gang of gin I'm in 

Then you'll know most certainly 

The kind of game I'm in 

You sound around to swinging about 

The gang of gin I'm rolling in, oh 

Then you'll know 

The kind of state I'm in 

Who will buy my beautiful roses? 

Who will buy my beautiful songs? 

Who will buy my beautiful roses? 

Who will buy my beautiful songs? 



Oh in a nutshell 

Yeah in a nutshell, oh 

In a nutshell 

In a nutshell 



I get around to singing about 

That gang of gin I'm in 

Then you'll know 

The kind of game I'm in 

She was getting pally with a scally in the alley 

Giving head for gear 

She calls a spade a spade 

Got slit from ear to ear 



Who will buy my beautiful roses? 

Who will buy my beautiful songs? 

Who will buy my beautiful roses? 

Who will buy my beautiful songs? 



Well I showed no decorum 

Span my heart out on the forum 

Looked like a snapshot 

Of the most tragic day 



I'll tell you my story 

The treachery it bores me 

Carl and McGee both promised me 

It would not happen this way 

Carl is kept sedated 

The frontman elevated 

And McGee doing all he can to ruin my band 

And keep me out the way 



In this industry of fools 

Musclemen and ghouls 

If you're not a puppet or a muppet 

Then you might as well call it a day-ayay 



The truth here gets distorted 

The wall scrapings get snorted 

I'm welcome back if I give up crack 

But you gave me my first pipe anyway 



Can't show no decorum 

Posts left on the forum 

Was like a snapshot 

Of the most tragic day