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Life Thru A Lens – Robbie Williams

Wake up on Sunday morning
And everything feels so boring
Is that where it ends
With your life thru a lens

Hair is the new hat, brown is the new black
She shouldn’t wear this, he shouldn’t wear that
Pleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends
Fashion tardis down at Que Vadis
Who laughs the longest who drives the hardest
Pleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends

Just because I ain’t double barrelled
Don’t mean I haven’t travelled well
Can’t you tell!
Oh now it’s quite appalling
Your conversation is boring as hell, oh well!

Wake up on Sunday morning
And everything feels so boring
Is that where it ends
With your life thru a lens
And now you’re boyfriend’s suspicious
So go home and wash the dishes
And wash them well so he can’t tell

She’s looking real drab just out of rehab
I’m talking football she’s talking ab fab
Your clothes are very kitch
Just because your daddy is rich
You sound so funny with your voice all plummy
Now your cheque’s just bounced better run to your mummy
And you know it’s a class act she’ll never ask for it back

Just because I ain’t double barelled
Don’t mean I haven’t travelled well
Can’t you tell!
Mix with the local gentry and don’t crash Tarquin’s Bentley
I’ll take the bends with our life thru a lens
You’re scared of the poor and needy
Is that why you’re all inbreedy?
They’re just like you, they need love too

Wake up on Sunday morning
And everything feels so boring
Is that where it ends
With your life thru a lens
And now you’re boyfriend’s suspicious
So go home and wash the dishes
And wash them well so he can’t tell

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Make Me Pure – Robbie Williams

So I sing a song
To reel ’em in
It’s a song I sung before
And a song I’m gonna sing again
I mean every word
I don’t mean a single one of them
Oh Lord, make me pure
– but not yet

Tell a joke
Tell it twice
If no-one else is laughing then why am I
I split my sides both times and laugh till I cry
Oh Lord, please make me pure
– but not yet

I don’t have to try
I just dial it in
I’ve never found a job that for me was worth bothering
I got a ton of selfish genes and lazy bones
Beneath this skin
Oh Lord, make me pure
– but not yet

Smoking kills
Sex sells
I’ve got one hand in my pocket but the other one looks cool as hell
I know I’m gonna die so my revenge is living well
Oh Lord, make me pure
– but not yet

I stopped praying
So I hope this song will do
I wrote it all for you
I’m not perfect but you don’t mind that, do you?
I know you’re there to pull me through, aren’t you?

So I look for love
I like the search
And I’ll be standing for election all across the known universe
Every president gets the country she deserves
Oh Lord, make me pure
– but not yet

And I’ve been seeing
Somebody’s wife
She said she’d leave him for me and I said that wasn’t wise
You can’t lie to a liar because of all lies
Oh Lord, please make me pure
– not yet

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Karma Killer – Robbie Williams

(talking: You’ve been naughty…very very naughty)
Are you cut up
Or do you easily forget
Are you still around
Why haven’t you managed to die yet
You could prop up the bar in hell

How do you sleep
You’ve never loved
Why was I never good enough
You thought you’d leave me falling forever
Karma killer

Needless to say
I guess you know I hate you
You’re so full of sin
Even the devil rates you
I hope you choke
On your Bacardi and Coke

How do you breathe
Why don’t you cry
How come you never ask me why
You’re not a man stand and deliver
Karma killer

How do you sleep
You’ve never loved
Why was I never good enough
You thought you’d leave me falling forever

Karma killer
Karma killer
Karma killer
Karma killer

I hope you choke
On your Bacardi and Coke

Look what you didn’t take from me
Look what you didn’t take from me
Look what you didn’t take from me
Look what you didn’t take from me

I don’t need to take revenge
Cos they’re coming to get you
There’s no hope for you my friend
Cos they’re coming to get you

Karma killer
Karma killer
Karma killer
Karma killer
Karma killer
Karma killer

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Coke & Tears – Robbie Williams

[Spoken: “Ok settle down you all, settle down lady,
he’s gonna be on stage real soon, that’s right Mama put
your popcorn down, he’s turning to the band, yeah he’s running his
legs off, ladies and gentlemen Mr Robbie Williams”]

Just because your dyslexic
Doesn’t mean your not fake
We know you’re not that stupid
You’ll marry someone rich
Bet you won’t steal his watch
When your down by near his crotch
That’ll explain the itch
You were such a lying bitch

I know you hold my suitcase
Down in Kensington
And you were screwing Ewen
When I wasn’t in.
Did it to me, you’ll do it to him
Your friends just gave me grief
I will make this brief
You were such a lousy thief
You were such a lousy thief
But you were good in bed
You were good in bed
So good in bed

Now you tell my girlfriend
That I’ll never change
You’ve been up since Wednesday
Don’t you find that strange
You’re ex-boyfriend is deranged
You’ll tell them down in Browns
Haven’t been for years
It’s full of coke & tears
Full of coke & tears
Full of coke & tears
But you were good in bed
Good in bed

[Spoken: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to thank you on behalf
of Mr Robbie Williams and the band, you’ve been a fantastic
audience. Robbie’s opened his heart out to you tonight and you’ve
really taken him on board. Remember the name and whenever
he’s in the neighbourhood, you get yourselves down there alright.
It’s been a great evening, thank you very much. Robbie Williams
has now left the buidling………………..Oh no, I’m afriad he’s come
back for his coke – now he’s left the buidling – thank you very
much – thank you very much.”]

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Glory Glory Hallelujah
Glory Glory Hallelujah
Glory Glory Hallelujah
Glory Glory Hallelujah…

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