Lyrics The Wildhearts

The Wildhearts

Junkenstein

White boy, white lie, two faced dead guy

Too lust for life to die along with it

Take it, talk it, comb that carpet

Pull on the bone and chaser in secret

Golden slumber, golden slumber

Too weak to lift the rock you’re under

We know where you’ve been

And we know what you’re buying

You’re pissing on friends

And still you deny it

Fine, fine Junkenstein

Keep it up son

Take a look at what you could of won

Low count, pissjoy, wet back, pin boy

Turn off the light and take the fake ticket

Ex-pat, B-plan, take the money sick man

No guts to face it let alone kick it

Golden slumber, golden slumber

Too weak to lift the rock you’re under

Wanna try pain? Try pain as a real man

Wanna try change? Try changing the program

You say you’re so tired, not as tired as I am

Fine, fine Junkenstein

You ain’t so tough

Your eyes are never wide enough