Worst at the Best of Times - Duke Special
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Worst at the Best of Times Lyrics
You're the best of singers with whiskey and wine
You play your part to perfection
They wake you up and tell you it's time for bed
But there is no question of letting this run any moreThe cigarette's burning your fingers
There's too much wine on the floor
And more, and more, and more
You're the best, the worst, the bestNow move, you've made a great art of wasting your time
You're the national treasure for madness
But birds that sing without leaving their trees
Are prone to delusional grandnessAnd don't let this run anymore
Come down from your branch while you're able
There's too much blood on the floor
And more, and more, and more
You're the best, the worst, the bestGet up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get upGet up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get upYou're the best, the worst, the best
You're the best, the worst, the best
You're the best, the worst, the worst at the best of time
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Songwriters
Archer, Iain / Wilson, Peter DavidPublished by
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., NETTWERK MUSIC GROUP
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