Текст песни Frankly, Mr. Shankly

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 dayCursive - Frankly, Mr. Shankly - http://ru.motolyrics.com/cursive/frankly-mr-shankly-lyrics.html

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 realise that you wrote poetry
I didn't realise you wrote such fucking awful poetry Mr Shankly

Frankly, Mr Shankly, since you ask
you are a flatulent pain the ass
I do not mean to be so rude
but still, I must speak frankly, Mr Shankly,
OH give us money.