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tism - morrison hostel lyrics

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jimbo, boy, you’re a crock of sh-t
you’re a boozed selfish thug
why don’t you give your mouth a go
and in the other hole put a plug
by christ you’ve got a long, long way
on a schoolboy’s talent with words
one cr-ppy bit of symbolism
and you’re adored by an army of t-rds

you’re a selfish, rude, arrogant pr-ck
you’re basically pretty stupid
your mysticism’s a lump of sh-t
and so are all the girls you’ve rooted
so don’t talk about being sad and lonely
or f-cking misunderstood
’cause underneath that self-pitying phoney
is a selfish, brutal, hood

i support the police that took you off stage
i support the fact you bled
i support the cops who carried you off
i support the fact you’re dead
i think that you’re a troubled guy
and i think that’s nothing new
i think your fans are a bunch of t-rds
almost as immature as you

and when i’m in my supermarket
and some pr-ck pushes in front of my trolley
i’ll be reminded of your stinking bravado
and i’ll ask the c-nt to say sorry
your fans would excuse every rudeness
just ’cause it comes from you
you’d tell them to go drop dead
and they’d say, “oh how true, how true, how true”

you need a nine-to-five job, jimbo
you need to get to flinders street by train
go and find yourself a regular income
then you can write a song about pain
try and save for the kiddie’s school fees
take some care when you drive a car
put your god-d-mn rubbish in a bin
you f-cking great rock superstar

you have sp-wned a host of c-cksure sh-ts
that are nearly always filthy rich
and think ’cause they’re a little bit like old jimbo
they can act like stinking pr-cks
an army of brainless arty youth
they look down upon us common plods
but they barrack for good old morrison
like the f-cking richmond cheer squad

so when you’re listening to morrison hostel
and jimbo, he’s in top form
whining about this harsh cruel world
and the fact he was ever born
remember his fans are rapt
and mourning over their suffering lives
and go down and discuss it at ‘thrash and treasure’
at least if daddy will drive

jimbo, king of the private school kids
the girls from plc who identify with his tortured soul
’cause they’ve just dropped boyfriend number three
he was kent from xavier college
in hsc he got an ‘a’ for english
but between jimbo and william blake
he hasn’t the f-cking brains to distinguish

jimbo, father of a generation of private school depression idols
from nick cave on, they don’t k!ll themselves
just tell us why they’re suicidal
he has made self-pity legitimate
it means we’ll have to face
one after another artist with integrity
like reo speedwagon
sorry, i meant hugo race

well, up your -rs-, jimbo, old man, up your f-cking hole
you are a pr-ck, pure and simple
it’s about time you were told
and up your -rs- to all your fans
up your -rs- to your tortured artistic h-ll
and while we’re f-cking at it
up your -rs- to morrissey as well
up your -rs- to robert smith
up your -rs- to albert camus
all those “i’m suffering for my art”-y types
jimbo, i blame them all on you

and everyone who handles life’s pain
with a token of mature self-examination
it’s time they told these ponces to stick it
up their bogus self-infatuation
but if you’re after true self-indulgence
then the conclusions still aren’t final
’cause if you thought jim morrison was a w-nker
well, christ, you’ve just bought this f-cking bit of vinyl!

up jimbo, jimbo, jimbo
up jimbo, jimbo, jimbo
up jimbo, jimbo, jimbo
jimbo, jimbo, jimbo, jimbo
jimbo, jimbo, jimbo, jimbo
up jimbo, jimbo…

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