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Wildhearts The Geordie In Wonderland

here, sitting in my room, with The Replacements and Husker Du, like a rebel without a clue and the Beatles and the Stones get to hang out with Ramones

life has teeth, and bites the feeding open hand you wanna be in a band? I got to feeling, I got too much, too soon, too fucked up I don't know I got to

"Gee mister you got the best answering machine message I ever heard" drags me round all day just like a ball on a chain or a tooth pain when I confess

in the trials of my youth, on my way to being man there was caustic words of ill advice I'd never understand but their hometown dreams were shattered

understand - I'm a Geordie in Wonderland oh, lads, I didn't understand - I'm a Geordie in Wonderland (whoop-whoop) oh, lads, I didn't understand - I'm a Geordie in Wonderland

I'm living on a land-mine my body's ticking away, my cartoon eyelids and my skin, a sickly grey and if I waited by the 'phone line I'd wait a couple of