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A beard, a beard, a beard, a beard
A beard don't make you a man
No it takes something else
Something I'll never haveAnd a beer, a beer, a beer, a beer
A beer makes you feel good
Like if you wanted you could
Kick anybody's assA knife, a knife, a knife, a knife
A knife makes you feel strong
With a gun you're never wrong
Everybody try to stay calm
I think the safety's onA car, a car, a car, a car
A car means you can go
Whenever you want to go
With an FM radioGuitars, guitars, guitars, guitars
Guitars, Thin Lizzy rocks
So dust off your old stompbox
and we'll run it through your Vox
AmplifierCos you're tired, you're tired, you're tired, you're tired

You're tired of feeling sad
Your disappointed, hurt and mad
And all the poetry you've written is badBecause a pen, a pen, a pen, a pen
A pen don't mean you can write
You're no fucking John Updike
Even if you spell it rightJust like a hardon, a hardon, a hardon, a hardon, a hardon
A hardon don't mean you're in love
Cos when the pushing comes to shove
Do you really want to be here?

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Edinburgh-based Singer-Songwriter and Artist. Born 1974. Withered Hand is closely associated with fellow Edinburgh residents Enfant Bastard and Meursault and the creative DIY movement known as the Fence Collective. Withered Hand collaborated with King Creosote for his second EP, on Fence Records, and then released an acclaimed debut album Good News, produced by Kramer (Low, Daniel Johnston, Galaxie 500) on SL Records in September 2009, and subsequently on his own imprint Brother & Dad. Good News is being released in the USA on Californian indie Absolutely Kosher Records in March 2011.

Read more about Withered Hand on Last.fm.


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