Lesson One Me Son, Don’t Worship False Idols!
¶ 1
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What can yer write here
What can yer say?
You put em on pedestals
Then in one day
They come tumbling down
Like a sculpture of cards
Yer idols, my idols
Who we adore much too hard!
¶ 2
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When out the pitch
They represent you
Different shirt, different team
What can yer do?
Below par performances
Hurt like a punch
As they negotiate deals
Over clandestine lunch!
¶ 3
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Time is a healer
Each fool has his day
Midweek embarrasment
Is forget Saturday
You cheer out his name
As he kisses your shirt
Like a lover that scorns you
You forget all that hurt?
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