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JAMES lyrics : "whiteboy"


Five nights, no sleep


My minds battered

Stock market free-fall


Dreams shattered




Lost cause, pulled up


A sure winner


Made a few bob, in a new job

As a serial killer





You wanna talk to me, white boy, man

You wanna talk to me, white boy, boy, man


You wanna talk to me, white boy, man




Every night microwaved TV dinners


Mobile phones make her brain shimmer


Don't say the c word she got the all clear

That jokes bad taste and so dog eared





My mum says I look like Yul Brynner

Too old for Hamlet, too young for Lear


Got a shaved head, lost weight, fakir


Got a pierced lip 'cause it's still hip to appear queer




You wanna talk to me, white boy, man


You wanna talk to me, white boy, boy, man

You wanna talk to me, white boy, man





And I'm all mashed up

Mum's droning on and on and on and on


And I'm all mashed up


Mum's droning on and on and on and on




She wants this, she wants that


She wants bling, she wants tat

She wants creams


That can cover the cracks




Wedded bliss, cancer scans

She wants family man


Self-esteem and her old body back

She says


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