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At the age of 33 and a third, the time that Christ spent on earth |
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I decided to cut all ties with showbiz |
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As the awards piled up in the bath, well I started to laugh |
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At all those who died in the name of light entertainment |
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Camp Christ, Kitsch Christ, some escapologist Christ fella |
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There's an unfunny Christ comedian tied up in my cellar |
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Fly tipping Christ in a lay-by, All try to catch my attention |
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At the age of 33 and a third, the time that Christ spent on earth |
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I decided to establish a manifesto |
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Until we destroy we'll only have ruins |
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No more masterpieces. No more pseudonyms |
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Speak in tongues change my identity |
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Become invisible |
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I deal in absolutes, no second chances |
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I'm the Holy Grail of poisoned stanzas |
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Do I have to end it all like Billy Mackenzie |
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To get out of the contract? |
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Arse-licking Christ, false Christ, little self-hatred Christ |
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Sex Christ, Death, dumb and blind Christ, Hanging in a garden shed Christ |
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Anorexic Christ, Idiot Christ, All try to catch my attention |
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At the age of 33 and a third, the time that Christ spent on earth |
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I decided to cut all ties with showbiz |
