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He ironed his shirt and pressed his pants,
and with a dull empty sadness hanging over his heart,
he shined his shoes.
&#39;it&#39;s better than working for a living&#39;, the waitress said,
but all the time inside, johnny&#39;s heart was breaking open wide.
Playing in that half empty twilight room on a saturday,
johnny tried to dream his life away,
hoping that he would wake up in the beam of a super trooper,
wishing that he was much cooler.
All he heard his head say was,
&quot;life ain&#39;t like that&quot;,
in the sorrow of his dressing room he sat,
so he drains the bottle,
loads the gun,
writes the note,
no-one will come,
pulls the trigger,
breaks the glass,
the man in the mirror,
is dead at last.
The note said &quot;stick your club right up your ass,
this gig stinks, you&#39;re second class,
i&#39;m going to save my pride, keep my head,
if people ask, that singer&#39;s ;,
so when every hour seems like a day,
and nothing seems to go your way.
Don&#39;t let those bastards drag you down,
you&#39;ve got to hold on to what you&#39;ve got,
don&#39;t swan dive off a bottle top,
all you got to do is blow that town.

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