Lyrics X - Working Men's Club

I had a true friend
She wasn't pretend
There's no start to this end
I had a true friend
She wasn't pretend
There's no start to this end

I'm a ticket generation
Give me this ticket, the gap is open
I'm a ticket generation
Give me this ticket, the gap is open
There's a cliché, set in a fox frame
With nothing to do
It's always shit games in the end
Always shit games in the end

I had a true friend
She wasn't pretend
There's no start to this end
I had a true friend
She wasn't pretend
There's no start to this end

I'm a ticket generation
Give me this ticket, the gap is open
I'm a ticket generation
Give me this ticket, the gap is open
There's a cliché, set in a fox frame
With nothing to do
It's always shit games in the end
Always shit games in the end

I'm a ticket generation
Give me this ticket, the gap is open
I'm a ticket generation
Give me this ticket, the gap is open
There's a cliché, set in a fox frame
With nothing to do
It's always shit games in the end
Always shit games in the end