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The Pub talk, the scandals
Like vandals they try to tear you down.
The whispers turn rumours
There's no truth but that don't stop those cats.
They need that little bit extra
They don't mind if it's only conjecture.
They tried to tell me I wasn't I full time
I tried to think of an alibi
I felt so awful I spat in their faces
And ran for my life
They need that little bit extra
They don't mind if it's only conjecture.
They tried to tell me theirs was the right way
I tried shout that that was a lie
I felt so sick I spat on their life styles
With a run away pride!
Untouched by human hands
'Cause only God knows I don't call that a man
Who spends his waking days
Telling others what to think and what to say
They tried to tell me I wasn't normal
I tried to say there's no such thing
I felt so awful I spat in their faces
With a run away pride!