Cursive - Frankly, Mr. Shankly lyrics

[Cursive - Frankly, Mr. Shankly lyrics]

Frankly, Mr shankly, this position I've held
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
I want to leave you will not miss me
I want to go down in musical history oh

Frankly, Mr shankly, I'm a sickening wreck
I've got the 21st century
Breathing down my neck
I must move fast, you understand me
I want to go down in celluloid history oh
Fame, fame, fatal fame
It can play hideous tricks on the brain
But still I rather be famous
Than righteous or holy
Oh, any day, any day, any day

But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
I want to live and I want to love
I want to catch something that
I might be ashamed of oh



Frankly, Mr shankly, this position I've held
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
Oh, I didn't realize that you wrote poеtry
I didn't realize you wrote
Such fucking awful poеtry, mr shankly

Frankly, Mr shankly, since you ask
You are a flatulent pain the ass
I do not mean to be so rude
But still, I must speak frankly, Mr shankly
Oh, give us money

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