You Cant Hold The Hand Of A Rock And Roll Man

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[Verse 1]

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This week's cash for last week's grass
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Your crew collates while you sit in the van and wait
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Gassed and trashed and smashed young cads
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Roasting away on a sunny summer day
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(Or, okay, an August night anyway)

[Verse 2]

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And you're living on air
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While on the 25th floor, up there
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They'd fan a million bucks before your face
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Marie's passed out in a chair with her once fussed-over hair
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All mussed into an I've-just-been-fucked shape

[Verse 3]

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Just an hour before, she crashed, all cashed
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She said, "I'm done with looking back, and you look your age
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Which is thirty-seven, by the way and not twenty-eight
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And fucking let them stare, because at this point I don't care
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I have been your bride stripped bare since '98
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And our silver-screen affair, it weighs less to me than air
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It's a gas now. It's a laugh just how far several mil can take it"

[Instrumental]

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[Verse 4]

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This week's as fast as last week's flash of interstate
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When you starved and never ate
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This week's splashed a sick, gold cast across your face
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As you roam on silk ripped tippy-toe alone through Silver lake

[Verse 5]

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Splayed astride a snow-white mare on a non-stop all-night tear
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What a ghastly sight you smear in every face
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In that fat, fur-trimmed affair that your lawyer lets you wear
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You'll destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged