Текст: Pulp. This Is Hardcore. I'm A Man.

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Laid here with the advertising sliding past my eyes
Like cartoons from other peoples lives,
I start to wonder what it takes to be a man.
Well I learned to drink
And I learned to smoke
And I learned to tell a drity joke.
If that's all there is then there's no point for me.

So please can I ask just why we're alive?
Cos all that you do seems such a waste of time
And if you hang around too long you'll be a man.
Tell me 'bout it.
Your car can get up to a hundred and ten -
You've nowhere to go but you'll go there again
And nothing ever makes no difference to a man.

So you stumble into town and hold your stomach in.
Show them what you've got tho' they've seen everything.
Yeah you're a beauty but they've seen your type before.
You've got no need but still you want,
So go and book that restaurant.
The wine will flow and then you'll just fly away.

So please can I ask just why we're alive?
Cos all that you do seems such a waste of time
And if you hang around too long you'll be a man.
Tell me 'bout it.
Your car can get up to a hundred and ten -
You've nowhere to go but you'll go there again
And nothing ever makes no difference to a man.
Nothing ever makes no difference to a man.
That's what I am