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Advertising Whore
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Thinking about you
just makes me
want to put a gun in my mouth and shut my eyes
and just feel the ride
But lately Ive not been quite sane
so I apologize for any pain
that I have caused
with this verbal barrage
Advertising whore
check out you game
you gotta look real pretty
as you chase the fame
but does it feel real good
that your just the same
well i bet you didn't even notice
Advertising whore
your pimping it out
and your comfy on your knees
and your doing it loud
but does it feel real good
that you cant be proud
well I bet you didn't even notice
Can I get a hey hey?
Can I get a whoa whoa?
Watching you
turn into something your not
just makes me wonder
Should I even give a good god damn
but maybe I can move on
I can live life
but I can't help but crack a little laugh
when I see you dance
don't forget to throw up your hands
Advertising whore
check out you game
you gotta look real pretty
as you chase the fame
but does it feel real good
that your just the same
well i bet you didn't even notice
Advertising whore
your pimping it out
and your comfy on your knees
and your doing it loud
but does it feel real good
that you cant be proud
well I bet you didn't even notice
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Going down the street with a loaded gun
Well I love my friends
but they ain't fun
They say you thinking bout changing your game?
Well rehab? you sane?
My girly says Im doing OK
she says now I love you Parm
but your insane
she says you thinking bout changing your game?
Well rehab? you sane?
My mellow baby
she drives me crazy
got me thinking lately
maybe there's more for me to see
Going down the street with a loaded gun
Well I love my folks
but they ain't fun
they say you thinking bout changing your game?
Well rehab? you sane?
my poppa says Im wasting away
he says I love you son
But the songs don't pay
he says you thinking bout changing your game?
Well rehab? you sane?
My mellow baby
she drives me crazy
got me thinking lately
maybe there's more for me to see
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Well I got high and I got drunk
and I got conned by a local punk
he told me I was better for the trade
so I went down to the gambling place
and I got robbed by a woman with grace
she told I was better for the change
When it rains, it pours
when it rains, it pours
when it rains, well I got robbed by a women with grace on a Wednesday night
When it rains, it pours
So I left town, was a bumpy ride
when I broke down, just a k outside
they told me my parts would take a day
so I went down to a local pub
when I got robbed by a local thug
he told me Im best to stay away
When it rains, it pours
when it rains, it pours
when it rains, well I got robbed by a local thug, while they fixed my car
When it rains, it pours
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Parmy Dhillon Melbourne, Australia
Parmy Dhillon is a genuine character. Whether as a solo artist wielding an acoustic guitar, or frontman of his full band The
New Science, the Melbourne singer-songwriter delivers powerful music that deals in raw, honest emotion.
Heartfelt and real, conjuring classic undertones of the great social commentator songwriters, like Tom Petty and Bob Dylan.
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