Little Comedian Testo

Little comedian, flat on my face again; and no one❝s laughing, little comedian.

Knock knock, I wonder who❝s that? Knocking everyone❝s drinks back and treading shit into the rug. It❝s the boy with the poison inside. The funny-man with the weak little spine, still he❝s his mother❝s favourite thug.

There❝s no curtain call, no screaming applause.

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8am, last nights dawning. I feel the bathroom calling, with my 3 minute sickness warning.
Head hung over the basin, memories of last night racing, to the mirror with sick face in

There❝s no curtain call, no screaming applause.

[CHORUS]