The Curse of Vinny Peculiar

All the majors have passed on a review
The brand needs a good seeing to
And the punters crave the shock of the new
They couldn’t give a shit about you

All the people who have given you rope
Have either moved away or given up hope
And all the people who put you on
Are no longer going for a song

The CDs stacked up in your room
In a sense of all imploding gloom
In the middle of the afternoon
It feels like the theatre of doom

In here

The curse of Vinny Peculiar

At the shop somebody says is it true
You know some people who
Used to play with what’s his name?

I say I think you must be mistaken

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