Lust of the libertines 

Is really quite tame 

It rages quiet nigh here beside you 

And your lust for fame 

Well fames such a sinister game 

I know 

It could all end this way then 

Some things won't be the same 

I'm just a face and a name on a page 

Well I'll be soundly sleeping 

I'll be soundly sleeping 

I'll sleep right through that age 



Well I can deal with all the blood on my shoes 

And the holes in my soul 

My spirit is tainted all my tears are fainted 

Just as long as you 

You don't forget to 

Uh-oh-oh 

Cut me on the wall 

By the graffiti of all the thing I just couldn't say 

Shove me up the wall 

Oh my darling was the kind of loving now 

You've left me in the family way again 



The dust on my tambourine 

Really can be explained 

I need to shake it more often 

Shake away the blame 

Well fame's such a sinister game 

Oh I know 

The taste of goulash in your mouth as you stumble of stage 

Forget-me-nots bloom on this day then 

But they wither with age 



Oh I can deal with all the blood on my shoes 

And the holes in my soul 

My spirit is tainted all my tears are fainted 

Just as long as you 

You don't forget to 

Uh-oh-oh 

Cut me on the wall 

By the graffiti of all the thing I just couldn't say 

Shove me up the wall 

Oh you poor cow was the kind of loving now 

You've left me in the family way again 

Poor thing 



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