Oh I bet your life
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You're sick of the sight
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Of those eat in, take out, throw up pizza bars
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Love's just got to pass your way in time
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You smell of prison, smell of crime
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I just didn't want to say I told you so
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Someone called "Hey yesterday boy!"
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Take your well worn body away from my sight
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Friends run like rats from a sinking ship
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Leaving you naked to the night
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Now you're known as the last resort
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By the vultures on the make
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They say
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'You have to eat the hamburger
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To appreciate the steak'
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You always feel the sting of words
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As children are so cruel
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They called you Ugly, Ugly Head
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When you were at school
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You've tried to make the best of things
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But it seems you've given in
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They call you Ugly, Ugly Head
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Something makes you feel the living sin
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Things must feel so insecure
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When you're on your last legs
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You're swimming in the coffee pot
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Drowning in the dregs
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But you haven't got the sense to die
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(Or get a decent job)
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To look into a mirror
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Or at the very worst some kind of God
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You need something to believe in
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I just wish it was yourself
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Try to summon up the guts
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To rectify your ailing health
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For there's something round the corner
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Waiting just out of sight
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That'll stop you feeling low and limp
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And naked to the night
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You always feel the sting of words
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As children are so cruel
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They called you Ugly, Ugly Head
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When you were at school
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You've tried to make the best of things
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But it seems you've given in
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They call you Ugly, Ugly Head
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Something makes you feel the living sin
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Ugly, Ugly, Ugly
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Ugly, Ugly, Ugly
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Ugly, Ugly, Ugly
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Ugly Head!
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Ugly Head
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Marc Almond |