Frankly, Mr. Shankly Cursive

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Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
I want to leave
You will not miss me
I want to go down in musical history
Oh .

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck
I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck
I must move fast, you understand me
I want to go down in celluloid history
Oh .

Fame, fame, fatal fame
It can play hideous tricks on the brain
But still I rather be famous
Than righteous or holy
Oh, any day, any day, any day

But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
I want to live and I want to love
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of
Oh .

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
Oh, I didn't realize that you wrote poеtry
I didn't realize you wrote such fucking awful poеtry, Mr. Shankly

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