| Raw meat for the balcony
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| Another mugging in tin pan alley
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| Another heart of attack takes the centre stage
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| You might think I’m getting cynical
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| But after these years I can still pass the physical
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| Still got my corner, still got my edge
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| And the waitress takes an order for another round
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| As I try to blend my way into the crowd
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| The hunter of the autograph he wants my name
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| And I just can’t find the strength to turn him down
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| Raw meat for the balcony don’t get me wrong
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| I don’t need your sympathy, just lend me a needle and spare me a dime
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| Just a tear in the public eye
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| From laughing or crying it don’t mean that much to me
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| Some sort of reaction is all that I need
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| The cognac goes down better in the hotel room
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| When you’re staring at the writing on the wall
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| Condemned by the critics who want to tear me down
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| When it’s just another lyric going for a song
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| We’re low on life on the highway in search of coin
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| Picking up the pennies from the road
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| Guided by direction in the wake of stars
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| We were driven by a dream that’s broken down
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| But the bandwagon’s parked up in another town
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| We hope tomorrow its heading out our way
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| To get us out the tunnel where we’ve paid our dues
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| With friends we buried there beyond the lights
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| Raw meat for the balcony
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| Is that all I am, is that all I’m going to be?
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| Raw meat for the balcony
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| Nobody’s fool but mine, is that my destiny?
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| But if that bandwagon takes off for another town
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| And the suits that buy the wine don’t like my song
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| Though I’m playing to empty tables
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| Till the curtain falls
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| I’ll always find the strength to carry on
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| I’ll always have the strength to carry on
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| I’m Raw Meat! |