| I’ve been a postman, a salesman, I spent two months in prison
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| For non-payment of taxes, I was never forgiven
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| I wanna make an honest living and do right by myself
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| I gotta make things right for my unhappy wife
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| And I know every trick in this God foresaken book
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| And I have to confess
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| That I’ve made a lousy husband
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| And the only way that I can say sorry is
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| I can’t believe what I’m saying
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| But don’t you know I love you more than football
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| I promised the kids a day at the beach
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| They were all dressed and ready with their buckets and spades
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| But I was flat on my back in some piss-stained alley
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| Covered in puke feeling sorry for myself
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| And I know every trick in this God foresaken book
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| And I have to confess
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| That I’ve made a lousy husband
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| And the only way that I can say sorry is
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| I can’t believe what I’m saying
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| But don’t you know I love you more than football
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| And I know every trick in this God foresaken book
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| And I have to confess
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| That I’ve made a lousy husband
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| And the only way that I can say sorry is
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| I love you more than football
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| Don’t you know I love you more than football |