Such a sensitive opinion in one so young
Would you like to know about everything that we've done
You believe what you read in the printed lies
But you won't believe the evidence of your own eyes
And yes I've done a lot of things
You'd probably call a crime
But I don't feel guilty for anything
All the tongues waggle
But we just smile
That'll keep the little buggers
Going for a while
I live within natural justice
I understand nature's law
But as for your Christian morals . . .
Ch:
How, how you love this, how you love it
You go out and you find it
How you love it, how you love it
Such horror, oh such a farce
A little bit of broken glass
You should think yourself lucky that this was done
You'll have something you can whine about for years to come . . .
Oh such a shock, such a farce
Just a little bit of broken glass
You should think yourself lucky that this was done
You'll have something to complain about the years to come . . .
Well yes I've done a lot of things
You'd definitely call a crime
But I don't feel guilty for any of them
Ch
All the tongues waggle
But we just smile
That'll keep the little buggers
Going for a little while
All the tongues waggle
But we just smile
That'll keep the little buggers
Going for a while
Methinks the lady doth protest too much
Writer(s): Robert Charles Heaton, Justin Edward Sullivan
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