Sanoja: Libertines, The. Lust Of The Libertines.

Lust of the libertine

Is really quite tame

Well it rages quiet now here beside you

And your lust for fame

But fame's such a sinister game

It will all end this way then

Some things won't be the same

Just a face and a name, on a page

But I'll be soundly sleeping

I'll sleep right through this age



Cause I can deal with all

The blood on my shoes

And the holes in my soul

My spirit all tainted

All my tears are painted



Just so long as you

You don't forget to uh uh oh

Cut me on the wall

By the graffiti of all the things

I just couldn't say

Shove me up the wall

Oh my darling

It was a kind of loving

But you left me in that family way again



The dust on my tambourine

Really can be explained

Well I need to shake it more often

I need to shake away the blame

Fame's such a sinister game

The taste of goulash in your mouth

As you stumble offstage



I can deal with all

The blood on my shoes

And the holes in my soul

My spirit all tainted

All my tears are painted



But just so long as you

You don't forget to uh uh oh

Cut me on the wall

By the graffiti of all the things

I just couldn't say



Well shove me up the wall

Oh my darling

It was a kind of loving

But it left me in the family way again



Sha-la-la-la..