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letra de that ain't me - l.a salami

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i’m worn out and i’m starvin’ darlin’
please hand me a thrill
labor k!lls but it’s the morals that they tend to drill
inside your head from day one to day three, nine, twenty-four
i did it for the money mate
i don’t expect much more
i’m resting on my laurels darlin’
i’m dying on my pride

i promised her the purest gold
there’s nowhere i can hide
besides the dawn is crawling
to where the shadows do reside
and i’m too much of a coward
to try and not be kind
to the good-looking sycophants
and the antics that they write
well into the stage lights and the long hours i burn at night

it’s all iphones and good looks
and reality tv
i know it and i love it sometimes
but darlin’ that ain’t me, no

i may be done with being dylan
leonard cohen, patti smith
don’t ask me about the future
i couldn’t give two pints of p-ss
it’s hit and miss from now on, darlin’
i just punched the pope
i swat the grind at any time for a long day on the dope
it’s that slippery slope we spoke of
during our pitiful affair

i said it once before, but darlin’ i don’t care

i’m at the service to the mad men
teamaker to the king
i did it for the money mate
there’s no way i can win
it’s on thin ice we skate on now
ideals can go to h-ll
the senseless sun is setting, quasimodo’s rung the bell
i took the word of my generation
and they can’t even spell

it’s all iphones and good looks
and reality tv
i know it and i love it sometimes
but darlin’ that ain’t me, no

i’ve just come from the bank son
and trust me, it ain’t good
i’d be better off a vandal or a two-bit toothless crook
i’ve smoked too many cigarettes, p-ssed the money that i blow
if you hear this when i’m rich well, that’s just the way things go
preserverance, prostitution
and then you’ll master your own show

tell me what your poison is, i top it up for free
you see i’m the type of philistine who will read the woes of thee
my heart is etched upon the wood that’s in the empty bars
my heart is in the empty sp-ces and the headlights of the cars
that stream across the highway which is famous for a crash

pride fell into principles
but pride’s the one that broke his back

it’s all iphones and good looks
and reality tv
i know it and i love it sometimes
but darlin’ that ain’t me, no

- l a salami

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