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Television, my teacher Confessor and preacher My bible My bile Talk show and trial
You're wet, I'm wild For your shilling, I'm willing Tune in your lips and burning breath My fête worse than death
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My profit, my pusher My faker, my hooker A little praise, it's astounding In for a penny and I get a pounding
Through all the drinks My vision shrinks and drowns this fife That slowly sinks
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