Из альбома: The Way of the Vaselines: A Complete History

I once had a friend called Oliver Twisted
Who used to think he was incredibly gifted
Stupendously handsome, beautifully smart
He had no heart

On his own
He was all alone
He wanted more than he ever got

I once had a friend called Oliver Twisted
Who took life so slow he occasionally missed it
Permanently senseless, never on this plane
He had no brains

On his own
He was all alone
He wanted more than he ever got

I once had a friend called Oliver Twisted
Who lived on the edge, or so he insisted
Inevitably careless, hated rock-and-roll
He had no soul

On his own
He was all alone
He wanted more than he ever got

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