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I feel for you, you little horror
Safe at your mother's breast
No lucky break for you around the corner
'Cos your father is a bully
And he thinks that you're a pest
And your sister she's no better than a whore
Life looks so rosy in the cradle
But I'll be a friend and I'll tell you what's in store
There's nothing at the end of the rainbow
There's nothing to grow up for anymore
Tycoons and barrow boys will rob you
And throw you on the side
And all because they love themselves sincerely
And a man holds a bread-knife
Up to your throat and it's four feet wide
And he's anxious just to show you what it's for
Life looks so rosy in the cradle
But I'll be a friend and I'll tell you what's in store
There's nothing at the end of the rainbow
There's nothing to grow up for anymore
All the sad and empty faces
That meet you on the street
All walking in their sleep or in a dream
Every loving handshake
Is just another man to beat
How your heart aches just to cut him to the core
Life looks so rosy in the cradle
But I'll be a friend and I'll tell you what's in store
There's nothing at the end of the rainbow
There's nothing to grow up for anymore
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