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

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    General 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.
    SmithersJones87on October 12, 2008   Link
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    General Commentnot being shafted by record company execs!! brilliant start to an LP - 1 minute 30 seconds of pure energy
    goodtymze1on March 10, 2006   Link
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    General CommentAll modern conveniences
    wmorrison August 24, 2009   Link

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