| At the age of 33 and a third, the time that Christ spent on earth
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| I decided to cut all ties with showbiz
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| As the awards piled up in the bath, well I started to laugh
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| At all those who died in the name of light entertainment
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| Camp Christ, Kitsch Christ, some escapologist Christ fella
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| There’s an unfunny Christ comedian tied up in my cellar
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| Fly tipping Christ in a lay-by, All try to catch my attention
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| At the age of 33 and a third, the time that Christ spent on earth
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| I decided to establish a manifesto
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| Until we destroy we’ll only have ruins
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| No more masterpieces. |
| No more pseudonyms
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| Speak in tongues change my identity
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| Become invisible
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| I deal in absolutes, no second chances
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| I’m the Holy Grail of poisoned stanzas
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| Do I have to end it all like Billy Mackenzie
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| To get out of the contract?
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| Arse-licking Christ, false Christ, little self-hatred Christ
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| Sex Christ, Death, dumb and blind Christ, Hanging in a garden shed Christ
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| Anorexic Christ, Idiot Christ, All try to catch my attention
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| At the age of 33 and a third, the time that Christ spent on earth
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| I decided to cut all ties with showbiz |