I've been crucified by all the scribes -
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You can't see my back for all the knives;
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The commentators have done all they could:
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And fair enough - I'm just no good.
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I try my best, there's no excuse;
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You come to realise that it's just no use.
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It's about time everyone understood
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The simple fact - I'm just no good.
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This latest effort is pretty drab;
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Try Harem Scarum, they're always fab.
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Turn off the radio, I know I would:
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Let's just face it - I'm just no good.
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It's about time a rock star spoke,
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Admitted that his talent was a joke -
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I'll be the first in the neighbourhood
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To say without a doubt I'm just no good.
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Possibly we could get Sting
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Admitting to his pissant thing -
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When Dunsinane gets to Birnham Wood,
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That's when he'll admit he's no good.
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Then Bono could take a stand,
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But this time against his band -
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Morality is his daily food,
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Why don't he preach, "I'm no good?"
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Just before we run out of time,
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That last verse contained an eye rhyme;
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Now I feel that I should
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Point out that it wasn't good.
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The singer has mucked up this song;
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The guitarist has got it wrong;
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The bassist, in all likelihood
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Is like the drummer - just no good.
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We Are The Champignons
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| TISM |
