In advance of the beginning of the end
all the messages I tried to send
somehow I managed still to lose the plot
better luck next year it’s what I got
In advance of a few more lies
I fear your factotums, yes-men and spies
but I will be tireless and rise again
no stranger to failure no stranger to sin
All that matters is I keep the pace
hoping for a few words to get up in your face
probably never be famous and rich
but that sure won’t stop me ain’t that a bitch
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