Lust of the libertines    Is really quite tame    It rages quiet nigh here beside you    And your lust for fame    Well fames such a sinister game    I know    It could all end this way then    Some things won't be the same    I'm just a face and a name on a page    Well I'll be soundly sleeping    I'll be soundly sleeping    I'll sleep right through that age       Well I can deal with all the blood on my shoes    And the holes in my soul    My spirit is tainted all my tears are fainted    Just as long as you    You don't forget to    Uh-oh-oh    Cut me on the wall    By the graffiti of all the thing I just couldn't say    Shove me up the wall    Oh my darling was the kind of loving now    You've left me in the family way again       The dust on my tambourine    Really can be explained    I need to shake it more often    Shake away the blame    Well fame's such a sinister game    Oh I know    The taste of goulash in your mouth as you stumble of stage    Forget-me-nots bloom on this day then    But they wither with age       Oh I can deal with all the blood on my shoes    And the holes in my soul    My spirit is tainted all my tears are fainted    Just as long as you    You don't forget to    Uh-oh-oh    Cut me on the wall    By the graffiti of all the thing I just couldn't say    Shove me up the wall    Oh you poor cow was the kind of loving now    You've left me in the family way again    Poor thing       Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la    Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la    Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la    Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la