Accept the fact that you're second rate, life is easy for you. It's all served up on a gold plated plate. And we don't even have to talk to you. Your face is normal, that's the way you're bred.
Take me to the river baby drink my wine. When I'm going down won't you throw me a line. Lead me to religion take me up them stairs. When I take a tumble will you say me some prayers.
Let's try getting to the sky. Hang on or you're going to die. Sour life can turn sweet. It's laying at your feet. Sweet child with an innocent smile. Watched closely all the while.
He wears her leather just to satisfy. She really throws it around. There ain't one thing she can't afford to buy. She's the richest bitch in town. . Her big fat daddy was a money machine.
Accept the fact that you're second rate life is easy for you. It's all served up on a gold plated plate. And we don't even have to talk to you. Your face is normal that's the way you're bred.
It really was a meeting. The bottle took a beating. The ladies of the manor. Watched me climb into my car and. I was going down the track about a hundred and five.
Accept the fact that you're second rate life is easy for you. It's all served up on a gold plated plate. And we don't even have to talk to you. Your face is normal that's the way you're bred.
Accept the fact that you're second rate life is easy for you. It's all served up on a gold plated plate. And we don't even have to talk to you. Your face is normal that's the way you're bred.
Number please. . Hot line, hot line. Calling on the hot line. For your love, for your love. Hot line, hot line. Calling on the hot line. On the hot line.
[originally by Black Sabbath]. . Accept your fate that you're second rate. Sit there and watch it all burn down. Turn your head to the TV channel. But someone else's hand's on the control panel.