Rialto — Little Comedian lyrics

Here comes the star of the show, but he's got piss on his clothes - still he's the man with all the front. Ladies and gentlemen, let's have your warmest welcome for the world's biggest little c***.

There's no curtain call, no screaming applause.

Little comedian, flat on my face again; and no one's laughing, little comedian.

Knock knock, I wonder who's that? Knocking everyone's drinks back and treading shit into the rug. It's the boy with the poison inside. The funny-man with the weak little spine, still he's his mother's favourite thug.

There's 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

There's no curtain call, no screaming applause.

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