Dear manager, this week
I was always working steady
But I never called it art.
I got my shit together
Meeting Christ and reading Marx.
It failed my little fire
But it left an ugly mark
Go tell the young messiah
What happens to the heart
I was always working steady
But I never called it art.
I got my shit together
Meeting Christ and reading Marx.
It failed my little fire
But it left an ugly mark
Go tell the young messiah
What happens to the heart
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Mathias Wåg
Dear manager, this week
I was doomed from the start
Doomed to play
The villain's part
I was the baddest Johnny
In the apple cart
My blood was blacker
Than the chambers of a dead nun's heart
I was doomed from the start
Doomed to play
The villain's part
I was the baddest Johnny
In the apple cart
My blood was blacker
Than the chambers of a dead nun's heart
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He’s a sportsman and a shepherd
He’s a lazy bastard
Living in a suit