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You found a carousel to ride around But you get bored, so you tear it down Like a kid in a playground, putting sand in their mouth Spit it out, when you're feeling fickle And I want to say it shouldn't work that way People's lives ain't a game, just 'cause you can pay Smoking your big fat cigar Tweed hat, cravat and four birds on your arm I'm just a tin pan boy, do you want to take that toy? Hey, you, Mr. Developer Hey, you, Mr. Developer You're just a tin town toy, a big fat boy Hey, you, Mr. Inheritor Crook, hook, Mr. Proprietor (boy) You kick the small kid off the monkey bars Take your mess out of his specs and the size of his arm Force him to dress in black, then make him hold your holster Whilst you shoot him in the back (back) You will say I'm only writing songs Son, get off of your ass and get a proper job And snigger at my beat-up boots But I tell you, Sir, I'm coming after you in fiction I'm just a tin pan boy, please, don't take my toys Letras de cancionesHey, you, Mr. Developer Hey, you, Mr. Developer You're just a tin town toy, a big fat boy Hey, you, Mr. Inheritor, hey, you Mr. Proprietor (boy) I'm just a tin pan boy, 'cause they take my toys Hey, hey You're just a tin town toy, a big fat boy Hey, hey, boy From Letras Mania