Here comes the star of the show, but hes got piss on his clothes - still hes the man with all the front. ladies and gentlemen, lets have your warmest welcome for the worlds biggest littl
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Theres no curtain call, no screaming applause.

Little comedian, flat on my face again; and no ones laughing, little comedian.

Knock knock, I wonder whos that? knocking everyones drinks back and treading shit into the rug. its the boy with the poison inside. the funny-man with the weak little spine, still hes his mothers favourite thug.

Theres no curtain call, no screaming applause.

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8am, last nights dawning. I feel the bathroom calling, with my 3 minute sickness warning.
Head hung over the basin, memories of last night racing, to the mirror with sick face in

Theres no curtain call, no screaming applause.

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