The Libertines byla anglická hudební skupina, založená v roce 1997 v Londýně. Známými se stali počátkem 21. století, kdy se svými písněmi okupovali přední příčky britských hitparád. Jejich druhé eponymní album bylo magazínem NME zvoleno druhým...

Píseň: What A Waster

Interpret:
Libertines, The
Album:
Up The Bracket
What a waster, what a fucking waster
You pissed it all up the wall
Round the corner where they chased her


There's tears coming out from everywhere
The city's hard, the city's fair
Get back inside you've got nothing on
No you mind yer bleedin own you two bob cunt


When she wakes up in the morning
She writes down all her dreams
Reads like the book of revelations
Or the Beano or the unabridged Ulysses 


Oh I really wanna know
So tell me, where does all the money go
where does all the money go
Straight, straight up her nose


And I never really liked it any way
So much preferred it the other way yeah


What a divvy what a fucking div
Talking like a moron, walking like a spiv
I was laying in bed paying my rent
Knocking on the door for something


That she lent her brother
Meanwhile from under the covers she says
Save me from tomorrow now, save me from tomorrow now,
Oh no, Oh no not me


And I never really liked it any way
So much preferred it the other way yeah
Never really liked it any way
So much preferred it the other way yeah


What a waster, what a fucking waster
You pissed it all up the wall
Round the corner where they chased her


There's tears coming out from everywhere
The citys hard the citys fair
Get back inside you've got nothing on
No you mind yer bleedin own you two bob cunt


What a waster, what a fucking waster
You pissed it all up the wall
Round the corner where they chased her


There's tears coming out from everywhere
The citys hard the citys fair
Get back inside you've got nothing on
No you mind yer bleedin own you two bob cunt


What a waster, what a fucking waster
You pissed it all up the wall
Round the corner where they chased her


There's tears coming out from everywhere
The citys hard the citys fair
Get back inside you've got nothing on
No you mind yer bleedin own you two bob cunt