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The decorations are drabIt's dirty and it smellsYou don't have to be mad to work hereBut it helpsThe temptation to failWould make a boots bunny cryYou need the patience of a snailJust to get byToday the police cameAnd paid a visit to the slumsExchanging rock 'n' roll concert ticketsFor gunsIf you supply the woolThey can make you a starBut if the ashtrays are fullYou might have to sell the carWhen you don't wanna beThe life and soul of the party anymoreAnd the birthday cakeWas baked to make you cryWhen you don't wanna dance to the rock 'n' rollSongtexteThat your radio's forYou wanna call it a dayCrawl away and die, so do IThere's a place you sometimes goWhen you can't face your own shadowThey've got an old jukeboxSupposed to keep you entertainedBut all the records suckThey wind you up, they drive you insaneThis funeral director geezerComes not to bury CaesarI only come to praise youBecause I feel the same tooMaybe we should hit the coast hardTo the scene of a saucy postcardOr to Paris for a wilting flowerTo get an eyeful of the towerBecause there's a sadness in those eyesAs the life and soul of the party diesNo, you don't wanna beThe life and soul of the party anymoreAnd the birthday cakeWas baked to make you cryNo you don't wanna dance to the rock 'n' rollThat your radio's forYou wanna call it a dayCrawl away and die, so do I Aus Songtexte Mania