So my hair is sorta thinning and a colour's been applied;
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And, yeah, O.K, about the paunch - I guess I sorta lied;
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But you won't hear me whining like those fucking teeny stars
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When I'm standing at the mirror and I'm playing air guitar.
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Rock and roll is music for the angry and depraved -
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So you can't really rock and roll till you're middle aged.
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Moaning, between head jobs, rock stars say they're so depressed -
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They should try out a real job and a boss that's not impressed;
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If it's so fucking hard being young, beautiful and rich
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Come on down the office, cockhead, I'd be glad for us to switch:
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The Prodigy despise normal men; Keith studded his own tongue;
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But the pain of that don't compare to actually being one.
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Oooh, it must be so fucking hard for all the Trainspotting crew
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To have to live an alienated life in the proletariat milieu,
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While all us normal middle class wanker types are trying
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Not to have such a great time working 40 years then dieing;
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Every fucking adolescent moans about how they're so deprived -
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What do you fucking think it's like turning forty five?
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"Oh no!" I say to the wife, "another album's due;
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Another tour of the world - oh, what am I going to do?
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Oh, it's such a hassle - the fans just won't leave me alone -
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Remember those great old days with three kids and a loan?
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Can't go to Safeways, got a photo shoot, and I'm stoned.
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By the way, nearly forgot - Madonna phoned."
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Hey, who doesn't wanna rock all day and party every night?
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Every adult's a boring turd - that's exactly fucking right.
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You'll never join the normal world, says your anguished teenage voice:
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Well I don't ever remember someone giving me the choice.
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So you can sing about rebellion and experiment with drug bingeing
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But you won't get really angry till your teenage kids start whingeing.
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Rebel Without A Paunch
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