Lyric Here s One That Got Away

The pub talk, the scandals,
like vandals they try to tear you down
The whispers, turn rumours,
there s no truth but that don t stop those cats
They need the little bit extra,
they don t mind if it s only conjecture
They tried to tell me I wasn t full time,
I tried to think of an alibi
I felt so awful I spat in their faces and ran for my life

They need that little bit extra,
they don t mind if it s only conjecture
They tried to tell me their s was the right way,
I tried to shout that was a lie,
I felt so sick I spat in their lifestyles with a runaway pride!

Untouched by unhuman hands,
cause only God knows I don t call that a man
Who spends his waking days,
telling others what to think and what to say

They tried to tell me I wasn t normal,
I tried to shout there s no such thing!
I felt so sick I spat on their lifestyles with a runaway pride!

So catch me if you can,
cause I would rather be dead than live like that -
Hey, hey, hey!