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Sangtekst: Libertines. Up the Bracket. What A Waster.

What a waster, what a fucking waster
You pissed it all up the wall
Round the corner where they chased her
There's tears coming out from everywhere

The city's hard, the city's fair
Get back inside you've got nothing on
No you mind you're bleedin' own you two bob cunt

When she wakes up in the morning
She writes down all her dreams
Reads like the book of revelations
Or the Beano or the unabridged Ulysses

Oh, I really wanna know
So tell me, where does all the money go
Where does all the money go
Straight, straight up her nose

And I never really liked it any way
So much preferred it the other way, yeah

What a divvy, what a fucking div
Talking like a moron, walking like a spiv
I was laying in bed paying my rent
Knocking on the door for something

That she lent her brother
Meanwhile from under the covers she says
Save me from tomorrow now
Save me from tomorrow now, oh no, oh no not me

And I never really liked it any way
So much preferred it the other way, yeah
Never really liked it any way
So much preferred it the other way, yeah

What a waster, what a fucking waster
You pissed it all up the wall
Round the corner where they chased her
There's tears coming out from everywhere

The city's hard the city's fair
Get back inside you've got nothing on
No you mind you're bleedin' own you two bob cunt

What a waster, what a fucking waster
You pissed it all up the wall
Round the corner where they chased her
There's tears coming out from everywhere

The city's hard, the city's fair
Get back inside you've got nothing on
No you mind you're bleedin' own you two bob cunt