Lyrics:
the light coming through!
There is no escape from here.
Despite the vow that you took – I knew it – you can’t take it no more.
But we are the bloody Wastrels
felt derided
The pillory lest
They pillage me yeah
Sitting back wondering
How could it be?
When your wastrel
Wastrel waste on
Laid awaste wasted on it
felt derided
The pillory lest
They pillage me yeah
Sitting back wondering
How could it be?
When your wastrel
Wastrel waste on
Laid awaste wasted on it
I'm able to let it slide,
You didn't even know I'm a wastrel mad deprived of
I'm a wastrel mad deprived of attention and social interaction
And fear
the wastrel's dance:
it has slow as well as fast movement,
and any change must be an improvement
on simply fossilising, standing still.
I got a steady
Home on my own
I feel myself sinking so low
Here all alone
There's no place for a wastrel
But this time you're on my mind
And I feel fine, but only
are clean
I got long hair and empty pockets, No money at all
But this wastrel's got a free spirit and he'll walk with you
My eyes may have suffered
I still wail from these catacombs
And curse my mother's name
Fifteen years gone now
Still a wastrel mesallied
Has brought this fate on me
My
I still wail from these catacombs
And curse my mother's name
Fifteen years gone now
Still a wastrel mesallied
Has brought this fate on me
My
To earn some alimony cash
I made an honest dollar
Looking through my
Neighbors trash
But these jaded jet set wastrels
Always pounding at my door
To earn some alimony cash
I made an honest dollar
Looking through my
Neighbors trash
But these jaded jet set wastrels
Always pounding at my door
Snow in a soulless city covers up the cracks in the road
As a wastrel buys her cigarettes and wipes her pretty nose
Like a part-time Elvis
what to wear
Two fingers up to you, you wastrel
That's my shopping trolley you're approaching
Uninvited, just body bits
Your haircuts changed
rounds for your mind
I consorted freely
With gangs of gypsies
Poets, wastrels, condemned winos
Who took nothing from me
I gave it all willingly
Before it
beside me
Not so much a wastrel as a boulevardier
On my better days I'm quite gay
Gay is a word that stands for happy
And happy is the way one wants
is art
There's still one missing number
In my heart, in my heart
Was avid for a scrap of friendship
Hardly mattered who
From hopefuls and wastrels
And the walls come closer
The neglect might add up
Wastrel voices to degenerate ears
But not to you
Help me I'm confused
If we make a mess I can clean it up
If
And the walls come closer
The neglect might add up
Wastrel voices to degenerate ears
But not to you
Help me I’m confused
If we make a mess I can clean it up
If
Son of a first shifter
You were born to run in place
Or lean on your bike outside the Dairy View
Where the graduates and wastrels shotgun in their
Strain hard to focus the eyes
Your search engine failed
Your book was too small
Smells like a fisherman's spare net
The afternoon sun
The wastrel
only takes a little time to go
Don't ask yourself It's burning within
It only takes a little time to know
You're just a wastrel, you Mister Feelgood
on your street corner playing cops and robbers for clout
Wearing your little boy clothes doing gang signs like Naruto
Incels and Wastrels you geniuses
wrong
I'll keep the trouble from your door
For evermore
Because every generation needs a war
And I'm just another wastrel with a cause
And with
to a wastrel
Down and out and off his face
Still in his hour of need it really comes around
All the love that I can give
I give to you my only one my darling
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