Rack Lyrics

I must not do this thing
I'll wreck my social life
They'll disinfect my chair
And claim some uncivil rights
They'll say you son of a gun
Old lovers pleading
Why?

I'll say go and ask your friend the hack
He's putting straight the record track
Here comes the sun
Black is back
Ask him why he turns his back
On the innocents upon the rack
Saves his sympthy for rats
The doctor is a fool
He's just a callous snob
He had 15 years in a Jesuit school
And now he's not fit for any job
He just sneers and he drives a big car
Is this my saviour
A tale to tell Go and ask your friend the hack
He's putting straight the record track
Lets spend the night
Here it comes, get back

There's nothing wrong with me
I am just wonderful
I've got pop songs to keep me calm
And faithful friends like you
So if you ever need a view
At my barbed wire rainbow

Go and ask your firend the hack
He's dancing to his record track
You paranoid
You paranoid

This is what we call a rack, moron
This is what we call a rack
You're just a straight
And you asked for it
This is what we call a rack
This is what we call a rack

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