You paint your leather jacket but it comes off in the rain
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And the more you cut your hair the more it grows again
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The badges you pin on yourself fall off or start to rust
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And the more they take the piss the less people you can trust
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It's the story of your life
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And the end of it's your death
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And every word that's in between
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Is just a waste of breath
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You don't know who you might have been or who you now should be
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Or what you ought to write on walls or why you wanna be free
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And then you start to panic cos the inspiration's there
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But your not sure how to use it anyway and no one seems to care
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[Chorus]
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You're the classic all-round failure who never seems to win
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You'd like to write a book but you're not sure how to begin
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It's the story of your life
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And the end of it's your death
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And every word that's in between is just a waste of breath
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[Chorus]
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Waste Of Breath
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| Subhumans |
