Lyrics Mr. Malcontent - Lloyd Cole and the Commotions
                                                Johnny 
                                                stumbles, 
                                                Johnny 
                                                falls
 
                                    
                                
                                                Under 
                                                slogans 
                                                off 
                                                the 
                                                wall
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                sees 
                                                where's 
                                                the 
                                                sense
 
                                    
                                
                                                Says: 
                                                "Call 
                                                me 
                                                Mister 
                                                Malcontent"
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                waste 
                                                of 
                                                space 
                                                and 
                                                alcohol
 
                                    
                                
                                                Drinking 
                                                rain 
                                                and 
                                                eating 
                                                soil
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                slogans 
                                                off 
                                                the 
                                                wall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cannot 
                                                express 
                                                him 
                                                at 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cut 
                                                off 
                                                my 
                                                nose 
                                                to 
                                                spite 
                                                my 
                                                face
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                not 
                                                more 
                                                longer 
                                                wait
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                should 
                                                    I 
                                                laugh 
                                                or 
                                                should 
                                                    I 
                                                cry
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                should 
                                                    I 
                                                part 
                                                my 
                                                hair 
                                                behind?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Waste 
                                                of 
                                                space, 
                                                alcohol
 
                                    
                                
                                                Drinking 
                                                rain, 
                                                eating 
                                                soil
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                slogans 
                                                off 
                                                the 
                                                wall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cannot 
                                                express 
                                                himself 
                                                at 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cut 
                                                off 
                                                my 
                                                nose 
                                                to 
                                                spite 
                                                my 
                                                face
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sell 
                                                my 
                                                soul 
                                                to 
                                                out 
                                                my 
                                                grace
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                should 
                                                    I 
                                                laugh 
                                                or 
                                                should 
                                                    I 
                                                cry
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                    I 
                                                become 
                                                all 
                                                    I 
                                                despise?
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                says
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                beautiful 
                                                launderette
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                beautiful 
                                                accent
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                beautiful 
                                                launderette
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                beautiful 
                                                accent...
 
                                    
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