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Beat this one, Beatles 1968, Happiness Is A Warm Gun
'He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son'
'He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son'
Oh God I just hate shit like thisYou smashed a glass into pieces
That's around the time I left
And you were coming across as clever
Then you lit the wrong end of your cigarette
You said, I'm full of diseases
Your eyes were full of regret
And then you took a picture of your salad
And put it on the Internet
The 1975, A Change of Heart