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Specials The Guilty Til Proved Innocent

I'm putting away my working clothes for the weekend I ain't gonna do that job no more I'm tired of being used and mistreated So tired of being feeling

How can you be so horrible? The things you say are terrible You make me feel ashamed When you call me names How come you think it's wise To tell

Got this funny feeling going through my head That if I go down to the pub I might just end up in bed With a blond or a brunette or a red head or two

A prostitute to your art In debt before you start You've made your bed, don't lose your head Be careful of the sharks Believe in what you're told

Going around causing disturbances Don't you know you'll never win You've got your family running around Trying to stop you from going down It's

You've got to think for yourself, work it out You've got to know when to talk, when to shout You've got to know when to laugh, when to cry You've

You're working at your leisure to learn the things you'll need The promises you make tomorrow will carry no guarantee I've seen your qualifications

Tears in my beer, Well it just ain't clear I had a dream, Well so it seems She's in the sun, Not having fun And I'm standing here, Just the lonely

know you're going out Leave it leave it leave it out What's the point of acting big just because there's a crowd Stinking breath, and blood on your hands Another guilty