歌词
Ready?
Two, three, four
Oh, I've been sorely down on my luck
Reaching for glory, I found no such
Busted and broken, hostage and bound
Thrown by the wayside, kicked while I'm down
All clapped out
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At times I've been barely able to sup
I drown from the bottle, crack in the cup
Shunned by my equals, scorned by the rest
Scraping the barrel, plumbing the depths
All clapped out
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Ah, ah, ah, ah, clapped out
Ah, ah, ah, ah, clapped out
The cap in my hand, held out for some
It's hard not to shake when they label you scum
But each to his own, no, you can't take it back
Your words, they will sting like a backhanded slap
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Ah, ah, ah, ah, clapped out
Ah, ah, ah, ah, clapped out