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My haircut will come back around
& it won’t be too long
My dance style will come back again
My dance steps will be danced again
& it won’t be too long
My brain cells will come back around
& it won’t be too long
Till you’ll be seein’ me on the rise again
My good luck will come back around
My good looks will be back again
& it won’t be too long
Till you’ll be seein’ me on the rise again
Till you’ll be seein’ me on the walls, on the poles, on the posters in yr halls
The billboards big & small
I’ll be sprawled, I’ll give my all
On the main stage down at Falls
& you will scrawl my name
On every toilet wall in every shopping mall
From Dulwich Hill to Montreal & the mountains of Nepal!
“For a fuckin’ good time call…”
I”m on the rise, I’m on the rise again
You’ll be seein’ me
In every magazine, on every TV screen
Presented by the Queen
With free amphetamines
All for me, all for me
Not for you, all for me
Note for you, ‘White Russians, I love you’
On your girlfriend’s new tattoo
& she told me she said she’s leaving you
Honey. HONEY. HONEY.
I’m on the rise again
Let me get it through yr head
I’m on the rise again
Turn up the volume now to ten
Set free the lions from the den
‘Cause this is now & that was then
Ladies, freaks and gentlemen!
Raise yr hands & say Amen Amen Amen Amen AMEN AMEN!
—Pinky Beecroft
This hangover is an expert in its field
This hangover will not bend & will not yield
This hangover’s got a human shield
This hangover is a sexy girl who wants to be friends
It’s got all the pain of childbirth, a migraine & the bends
This hangover never never never ends
This hangover is the devil’s last roll of the dice
This hangover is the final sacrifice
This hangover is what’s keepin’ us outta paradise
This hangover won the World Championship
This hangover cheated - every fight was fixed
this hangover fought in Vietnam
In Kosovo & Chechnya & in Afghanistan
This hangover killed civilians in Sudan
It burned down the schoolhouse with the children still inside
It was clappin’ & a-cheerin’ when Jesus Christ was crucified
This hangover’s been handed down from father to the son
It’s a priceless family heirloom and it weighs a motherfuckin’ tonne
This hangover’s gonna bring the whole house undone
This hangover will shatter yr cheekbone
It will rob you of yr wallet & yr watch & yr brand new phone
‘Cause this hangover’s got children of its own
This hangover told the Salvos to fuck off!
This hangover pushed you head-first in the trough
This hangover brings the sunshine to the Goths…
—Pinky Beecroft
So take me to some hotel room, put the sign up in the door
I know I’ve had a bit to drink, I could use a little more
& we could talk or somethin’ else,
I’m never really sure
I might not be so good in bed
But I’m alright on the floor
—Pinky Beecroft
