Lust of the libertines 
Is really quite tame 
It rages quiet nigh here beside you 
And your lust for fame 
Well fames such a sinister game 
I know 
It could all end this way then 
Some things won't be the same 
I'm just a face and a name on a page 
Well I'll be soundly sleeping 
I'll be soundly sleeping 
I'll sleep right through that age 
Well I can deal with all the blood on my shoes 
And the holes in my soul 
My spirit is tainted all my tears are fainted 
Just as long as you 
You don't forget to 
Uh-oh-oh 
Cut me on the wall 
By the graffiti of all the thing I just couldn't say 
Shove me up the wall 
Oh my darling was the kind of loving now 
You've left me in the family way again 
The dust on my tambourine 
Really can be explained 
I need to shake it more often 
Shake away the blame 
Well fame's such a sinister game 
Oh I know 
The taste of goulash in your mouth as you stumble of stage 
Forget-me-nots bloom on this day then 
But they wither with age 
Oh I can deal with all the blood on my shoes 
And the holes in my soul 
My spirit is tainted all my tears are fainted 
Just as long as you 
You don't forget to 
Uh-oh-oh 
Cut me on the wall 
By the graffiti of all the thing I just couldn't say 
Shove me up the wall 
Oh you poor cow was the kind of loving now 
You've left me in the family way again 
Poor thing 
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