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What a Waster
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What a Waster was released on June 3, 2002 by Rough Trade as a part of the album What a Waster - Single
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Release DateJune 3, 2002
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM171

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Carl Barât
Carl Barât
Guitar
Peter Doherty
Peter Doherty
Vocals
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

[Verse 1]
What a waster, what a fuckin' waster
You pissed it all up the wall
'Round the corner where they chased her
There tears comin' out from everywhere
The city's hard, the city's fair
Get back inside you've got nothing on
No you mind your bleedin' own you two bob cunt
[Verse 2]
When she wakes up in the morning
She writes down all her dreams
Reads like the Book of Revelations
Or the Beano or the unbridged Ulysses
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
And I never really liked it any way
So much preferred it other way, yeah
What a divvy, what a fucking div
Talking like a moron, walking like a spiv
I was layin' in bed, paying my rent
He was knockin' on the door
For something that she lent her brother
Meanwhile from the covers she says
"Save me from tomorrow, no save me from tomorrow"
Oh, no, oh, no, not me
[Verse 5]
And I never really liked it any way
So much preferred it other way, yeah
Never really liked it any way
So much preferred it other way, yeah
[Verse 6]
What a waster, what a fuckin' waster
You pissed it all up the wall
'Round the corner where they chased her
There tears comin' out from everywhere
The city's hard, the city's fair
Get back inside you've got nothing on
No you mind your bleedin' own you two bob cunt
[Verse 7]
What a waster, what a fuckin' waster
You pissed it all up the wall
'Round the corner where they chased her
There tears comin' out from everywhere
The city's hard, the city's fair
Get back inside you've got nothing on
No you mind your bleedin' own you two bob cunt
Written by: Carl Barât, Peter Doherty
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