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You've got to know not to come in here with those roulette eyes and lying alibis This is our time This city doesn't owe us shit This is the end of a beautiful thing, and I'll stand in line And what you said stuck with me, cuz I had a good time Well it's best to forget you now, fucking you from behind (I'll carry on with you or not) Give these idiots a pencil, sharpen it for them Sharpen it for them, and we'll stab them in the eye This is their contribution to their scene Their scene of fucking tone deaf assholes [and we're] cramming 5 lives in the back of one van It's our holiday, sitting in the back with a pack of sweet dreams It's our holiday, and this is our time And this city don't owe us shit, it's our holiday This city don't owe us shit We'll carry on This city ain't got shit From Letras Mania