Hanging about down on Market Street
I spent a lot of time on my feet
When I saw some passing yobos
And we did chance to speak
I knew how to sing, you know
And they knew how to pose
One of them had a Les Paul
Heart attack machine
All the young punks
Laugh your life, cause there ain't much to cry for
All the young cunts
Live it now, cause there ain't much to die for
Everybody wants to bum a ride on the rock 'n' roller coaster
And we went out and got our name in small print on the poster
Of course we got a manager, though he ain't the mafia
A contract is a contract when they get 'em out on ya
All you young punks
Laugh your life, cause there ain't much to cry for
All you young cunts
Live it now, cause there ain't much to die for
You gotta drag yourself to work
Drug yourself to sleep
You're dead from the neck up
By the middle of the week
Face front you got the future, shining like a piece of gold
But I swear as we get closer, it looks more like a lump of coal
But it's better than some factory, now that's no place to waste your youth
I worked there for a week once, I luckily got the boot
All you young punks
Laugh your life, cause there ain't much to cry for
All you young cunts
Live it now, cause there ain't much to die for
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