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He came round for the afterparty
Got a reception more than hearty
Well no wonder, here he was
Our city's most prominent martyr
Who stuck needles in his arm
While you and I still stuck to Smarties
And who taught us all 'bout poetry
And how to pick up birds
Who hung on to his pothos
While other suckers saved and earned
And the underground would love him in return
He came round for the afterparty
Got a reception more than hearty
So he took a loop around
And then he slouched into an armchair
And there was she in a flash
Like Guinevere to her King Arthur
So I closed my eyes and this is what I heard
You sorry ass, you sorry ass
Oh, death to the martyrs come on, come on
You sorry ass, you sorry ass
Oh, death to the martyrs come on
I remember it all clearly
I remember it precise
How he fixed me with a stare
And looked me right into the eyes
Saying "Me, I'm no machine
No, I defy the nine to five"
Now forgive me, I considered it both radical and wise
But for God's sake I was fourteen at the time
You sorry ass, you sorry ass
Oh, death to the martyrs come on, come on
You sorry ass, you sorry ass
Oh, death to the martyrs come on
Now you who are so grand
Who claim you built the fundaments on which I stand
You are the man, but you prefer the gentle fan I was before
But now it's time to be unkind, to speak my mind
And if you ask why I'm so blunt
It's 'cause I care for you, you cunt
You're no longer wild at heart
You're just a boring junkie fart
And if you really want to die
Alright then, die then you old tart
So I walked across the dance floor
Until I was in his sight
And I opened up and this is what came out
You sorry ass, you sorry ass
Oh, death to the martyrs come on, come on
You sorry ass, you sorry ass
Oh, death to the martyrs come on
Oh, death to the martyrs come on, come on
Oh, death to the martyrs come on
Oh, death to the martyrs come on, come on
Oh, death to the martyrs come on
You sorry ass, you sorry ass
You sorry ass, you sorry ass