-for Andy Field
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Raw meat for the balcony
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Another mugging in tin pan alley
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Another heart of attack takes the centre stage
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You might think I'm getting cynical
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But after these years I can still pass the physical
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still got my corner, still got my edge
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And the waitress takes an order for another round
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As I try to blend my way into the crowd
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The hunter of the autograph he wants my name
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And I just can't find the strength to turn him down
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Raw meat for the balcony don't get me wrong
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I don't need your sympathy, just lend me a needle and spare me a dime
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Just a tear in the public eye
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From laughing or crying it don't mean that much to me
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Some sort of reaction is all that I need
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The cognac goes down better in the hotel room,
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When you're staring at the writing on the wall
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Condemned by the critics who want to tear me down
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When it's just another lyric going for a song
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We're low on life on the highway in search of coin
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Picking up the pennies from the road
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Guided by direction in the wake of stars
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We were driven by a dream that's broken down
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But the bandwagon's parked up in another town
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We hope tomorrow its heading out our way
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To get us out the tunnel where we've paid our dues
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With friends we buried there beyond the lights
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Raw meat for the balcony
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Is that all I am, is that all I'm going to be?
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Raw meat for the balcony,
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Nobody's fool but mine, is that my destiny?
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But if that bandwagon takes off for another town
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And the suits that buy the wine don't like my song
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Though I'm playing to empty tables
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Till the curtain falls
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I'll always find the strength to carry on
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I'll always have the strength to carry on
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I'm Raw Meat!
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(Dick/Paterson)
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Raw Meat
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