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Jamboree At The Jubilee Lyrics
It's alright, it's okay.
If crime doesn't sell, sex doesn't pay.
I'm fucking sick of trying to sell my band to the people
who I don't care if they listen.
And if you show at our show, there's a chance you'd go blind.
This is where to go for the cheapest love you can find.
Back alleys and back streets.
Back doors lead to backseats.
It's becoming routine.
And if beauty's skin deep,
It's a lot more shallow than I'm willing to be.
A fighter not a lover, I've got the bruises to prove it.
A lover not a fucker, but my standards are sinking.
A pity fuck with your wettest of dreams.
I love making music, but it's becoming routine.
If crime doesn't sell, sex doesn't pay.
I'm fucking sick of trying to sell my band to the people
who I don't care if they listen.
And if you show at our show, there's a chance you'd go blind.
This is where to go for the cheapest love you can find.
Back alleys and back streets.
Back doors lead to backseats.
It's becoming routine.
And if beauty's skin deep,
It's a lot more shallow than I'm willing to be.
A fighter not a lover, I've got the bruises to prove it.
A lover not a fucker, but my standards are sinking.
A pity fuck with your wettest of dreams.
I love making music, but it's becoming routine.
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I always thought it was back alleys and bed sheets, I fail.
no you don't. I'm hearing that, too
no you don't. I'm hearing that, too