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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gary Powell
Gary Powell
Drums
John Hassall
John Hassall
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl Barât
Carl Barât
Songwriter
Peter Doherty
Peter Doherty
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mick Jones
Mick Jones
Producer

Lyrics

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, mind your 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 anyway 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 He was 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 Oh no Oh no, not me And I never really liked it anyway So much preferred it the other way, yeah Never really liked it anyway 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, mind your 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, mind your bleedin' own you two bob cunt
Writer(s): Carl Barat, Peter Doherty Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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