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Youth Killed It - Thanks for Coming Lyrics



Youth Killed It - Thanks for Coming Lyrics




Cheers Mate!
Thanks, thanks for coming to the rock show.

And I've got nothing left to hide,
I'm a waster in disguise,
I'm sorry mum I love you,
But this dream will never die.

So I wrote a softer song,
Just in case it all goes wrong,
And I end up stacking shelves,
Until I'm sixty-one.

Not a persona or an act,
This is just real-talk from Jack,
Your millennial mate who's got,
Caught up, let down and held back.

I call it 'Modern Bollotics',
Sit back read Facebook politics,
And watch everyone lose their shit.

And no one comes to these no more,
All I see is empty floors,
It's just me and my boys.

And if I had a million pounds,
I would buy you diamond rings,
Just for persevering with my awful singing.
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Cheers Mate!
Thanks, thanks for coming to the rock show.

And I've got nothing left to hide,
I'm a waster in disguise,
I'm sorry mum I love you,
But this dream will never die.

So I wrote a softer song,
Just in case it all goes wrong,
And I end up stacking shelves,
Until I'm sixty-one.

Not a persona or an act,
This is just real-talk from Jack,
Your millennial mate who's got,
Caught up, let down and held back.

I call it 'Modern Bollotics',
Sit back read Facebook politics,
And watch everyone lose their shit.

And no one comes to these no more,
All I see is empty floors,
It's just me and my boys.

And if I had a million pounds,
I would buy you diamond rings,
Just for persevering with my awful singing.
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Writer: Jack Murphy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Peermusic Publishing




Youth Killed It - Thanks for Coming Video
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Performed By: Youth Killed It
Length: 3:03
Written by: Jack Murphy

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