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You think yr everything in one
Go home at weekends have some fun
Beat up yr wife the kids are hurt
Just 'cos she didn't iron yr shirt

How can you live with yrself?
How can you live with yrself?
How can you live with yrself?
How can you live with yrself?
You'll end up topping yrself
You'll end up topping yrself
You'll end up topping yrself
No loss to anyone else...

Get to the airport early flight
Make sure yr suits the best in sight
Abuse the staff the way you know
A sexist, racist homophobe

How can you live with yrself...

The garden's pretty and the patio is pretty
But the wife's out the front door, what a pity
She'll get half yr worth to make up for the hurt
And she'll start on her own, disconnect yr phone
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Songwriters: AMANDA MACKINNON, JOHN MCKENZIE CLARK, STEVEN JAMES CLARK
Burn The Suit lyrics © ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING

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