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Come on over sir and let me buy you a drink Cause everyone in the world is simply dying to know just what you think Yes we value your opinion as a measure of our self worth Yeah you been in this business awhile but baby I've been destined since birth. What's your name, don't you work for that radio That you write for that paper well then by all means you know you know What's happening now, what's hip, what's putridly insincere. Yes, you're right it's time for you to go, we don't sell any of that here. This ain't my thing, you know I really can't compete Yeah you're as deep as the fucking ocean with your snobbish underground elite. Perhaps I bite the hand that feeds or cute off my nose to spite my face But if you didn't come here to hear the truth, you shouldn't have come here in the first place. Then I turn to myself and ask if the turn will be mine Maybe I bitch too much, maybe too angry, maybe I whine Or maybe the picture of them I paint, I paint too well From Letras Mania