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Here comes the star of the show, but hes got pi*s on his clothes - still hes the man with all the front. Ladies and gentlemen, lets have your warmest welcome for the worlds biggest little c**t.
Theres no curtain call, no screaming applause.
Little comedian, flat on my face again; and no ones laughing, little comedian.
Knock knock, I wonder whos that? Knocking everyones drinks back and treading s**t into the rug. Its the boy with the poison inside. The funny-man with the weak little spine, still hes his mothers favourite thug.
Theres no curtain call, no screaming applause.
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8am, last nights dawning. I feel the bathroom calling, with my 3 minute sickness warning.
Head hung over the basin, memories of last night racing, to the mirror with sick face in
Theres no curtain call, no screaming applause.
CHORUS