While Nat King Cole sings "Welcome To My World"
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You request some song you hate you sentimental fool
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And it's the force of habit
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If it moves then you fuck it
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If it doesn't move you stab it
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And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues"
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He went out to work that night and wasted his breath
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Outside there was a public execution
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Inside he died a thousand deaths
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And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
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And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
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And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
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And they put him in a suit of lights
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In the perforated first editions
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Where they advocate the hangman's noose
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Then tell the sorry tale of the spent Princess
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Her uncouth escort looking down her dress
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Anyway they say that she wears the trousers
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And learnt everything that she does
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And doesn't know if she should tell him yes
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Or let him go
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And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
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And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
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And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
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And they put him in a suit of lights
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Well it's a dog's life in a rope leash or a diamond collar
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It's enough to make you think right now
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But you don't bother
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For goodness sake as you cry and shake
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Let's keep you face down in the dirt where you belong
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And think of all the pleasure that it brings
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Though you know that it's wrong
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And there's still life in your body
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But most of it's leaving
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Can't you give us all a break
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Can't you stop breathing
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And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues"
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I went to work that night and wasted my breath
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Outside they're painting tar on somebody
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It's the closest to a work of art that they will ever be
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And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
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And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
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And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
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And they put him in a suit of lights
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And they put him in a suit of lights
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Suit Of Lights
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Elvis Costello |