You sat on a bus and wondered
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What future is there in this?
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Working all week to get money
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Cos money gets you pissed
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So you thought "I wanna be famous"
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And recorded a demo tape
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Sent it to all the companies
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And all they had to say was
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No thanks sonny
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We've heard it all before
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Turning punk into money
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Doesn't work anymore
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So you kept on working for money
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Put out your own EP
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And they put you in the papers
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And worked out your family tree
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The companies sat up and took notice
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And offered you money and fame
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The faces all change but the idea's the same
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So you thought you'd do it your way
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And said
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No thanks sonny
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I can do it on my own
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I don't need your money
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Just leave me alone
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The record never got anywhere
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You ended up on the dole
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Finally got a job
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With less money than before
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Now you're sitting on a bus
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Where did it all go wrong
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Theres nothing else to do
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Except write another song
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And it goes
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No thanks sonny
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We've heard it all before
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No thanks sonny
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You're no use anymore
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No Thanks
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