SmithersJones87on October 12, 2008 Link
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Seen you before, I know your sort
You think the world awaits your every breath
You'll be my friend, or so you say
You'll help me out when the time comes
And all the time we're getting rich
You hang around to help me out
But when we're skint, oh God forbid
You drop us like hot bricks
Artistic freedom
Do what you want
But just make sure that the money ain't gone
I'll tell you what, I got you sussed
You'll waste my time, when my time comes
You'll waste my time, when my time comes
You'll waste my time, when my time comes
You think the world awaits your every breath
You'll be my friend, or so you say
You'll help me out when the time comes
And all the time we're getting rich
You hang around to help me out
But when we're skint, oh God forbid
You drop us like hot bricks
Artistic freedom
Do what you want
But just make sure that the money ain't gone
I'll tell you what, I got you sussed
You'll waste my time, when my time comes
You'll waste my time, when my time comes
You'll waste my time, when my time comes
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All Mod Cons Lyrics as written by Paul John Weller
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+1General CommentWeller's short and to the point blast at false friends and record execs. Like how it's got some sort of stuttering structure, very angry tune.
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0General Commentnot being shafted by record company execs!! brilliant start to an LP - 1 minute 30 seconds of pure energygoodtymze1on March 10, 2006 Link
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0General CommentAll modern convenienceswmorrison August 24, 2009 Link
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