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I'd be happy to faceThe coming of your disgraceYou never seem to eraseSome sort of bitter tasteIn it for the moneyBut you will have to payOr die chocking on cherryAnd with it be buriedThe man without earThe man without heartThe man with no spineThe man with no soulYou're the man without friendsLeading a small lifeJust trying to hide outYour lack of any talentI'll be happy to faceThe coming of your disgraceThe man without earThe man without heartThe man with no spineThe man with no soulYou'll end up alone Aus Songtexte Mania