Here comes the star of the show, but he’s got piss on his clothes - still he’s the man with all the front. Ladies and gentlemen, let’s have your warmest welcome for the world’s biggest little cunt.
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There’s no curtain call, no screaming applause.
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Little comedian, flat on my face again; and no one’s laughing, little comedian.
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Knock knock, I wonder who’s that? Knocking everyone’s drinks back and treading shit into the rug. It’s the boy with the poison inside. The funny-man with the weak little spine, still he’s his mother’s favourite thug.
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There’s no curtain call, no screaming applause.
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[CHORUS]
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8am, last nights dawning. I feel the bathroom calling, with my 3 minute sickness warning.
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Head hung over the basin, memories of last night racing, to the mirror with sick face in
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There’s no curtain call, no screaming applause.
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[CHORUS]
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Little Comedian
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| Rialto |
