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She never really had the chances
That some of the kids she saw showed her
She was rarely asked to dances
Or just afternoon at the pictures in the back row
She thought she had all the answers
Decided to go her own way
Alone in her room on a Friday night
Saw her face in a broken mirror

Celebrate the bullet
Put your finger on the trigger
But you don't have to pull it
'Cause you know it won't bring them
Back to you, back to you

Celebrate the bullet
But you have to snigger

C’est la vie

Get off your high horse
Or I’ll smack your pony
Stop living in a fantasy
What is worse
Am I the one and only
Who hates, who hates

Last night when I told you all that stuff about the way things are
You didn't understand a word, but you said you did
Now I'm not the honest Joe I might seem, I can't take your lies
It's late, I'm tired, your words just crackle along the wire
You got a problem baby, it's all over now
You thought you had it made,
It's over, It's over, It's over

I bought my baby a red radio
He played it all day, a-go-go, a-go-go
He liked to dance to it down in the streets
He said he loved me but he loved the beat

But when I switch on I rotate the dial
I could see it there driving him so wild
I bought my baby a red radio

They asked you if you're alright
You say yes
But all the time you know
It's a mess
It's 5 PM and you're on your way home
Just another day with that endless grey drone
Three minute hero
I wanna be, a three minute hero

Too Much pressure, too much pressure, too much pressure, too much pressure

Too much pressure, this pressure got to stop
Too much pressure, it's getting to my head
Too much pressure, they're giving me hard times
Too much pressure, my man made me sad
Too much pressure, him try to make me look small
Too much pressure, end up with no money