(It Gets Harder To Be A) Martyr Songtext
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Here's a song about a Backwater Princess,
Who relishes the tiniest bit of interest.
But guys in town can't put Emily down,
They just live to get her undressed.
Friday night's a veritable carnival,
The meat is on display for all the cannibals.
You know the rest, and it only gets harder,
To be such a Martyr, it only gets harder,
To be such a Martyr in the rush of the crowd,
Who relishes the tiniest bit of interest.
But guys in town can't put Emily down,
They just live to get her undressed.
Friday night's a veritable carnival,
The meat is on display for all the cannibals.
You know the rest, and it only gets harder,
To be such a Martyr, it only gets harder,
To be such a Martyr in the rush of the crowd,
You know such weaknesses are not allowed.
They whimper and shout,
But in the end they just slowly peter out.
Anthony, Darren, Jack and Jonathan,
All agree that Emily is number one.
And Kevin, Tom, Dick and Harry do too,
And I know they're not the only ones.
Emily, you are the catalyst,
The start of all the amateur dramatics.
They lick their wounds and it only gets harder,
To be such a Martyr, it only gets harder,
To be such a Martyr in the rush of the crowd,
You know such weaknesses are not allowed.
And I won't hold my breath for your next,
Solution so I wait in the queue,
Trying to find something new,
To pull me on through, Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes.
No, no, no, no.
Emily, what a batch of family,
They brought you up anything but easily.
It makes no sense and it only gets harder,
To be such a Martyr, it only gets harder,
To be such a Martyr in the rush of the crowd,
You know such weaknesses are not allowed.
They whimper and shout,
But in the end they just slowly peter out.
They whimper and shout,
But in the end they just slowly peter out.
Anthony, Darren, Jack and Jonathan,
All agree that Emily is number one.
And Kevin, Tom, Dick and Harry do too,
And I know they're not the only ones.
Emily, you are the catalyst,
The start of all the amateur dramatics.
They lick their wounds and it only gets harder,
To be such a Martyr, it only gets harder,
To be such a Martyr in the rush of the crowd,
You know such weaknesses are not allowed.
And I won't hold my breath for your next,
Solution so I wait in the queue,
Trying to find something new,
To pull me on through, Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes.
No, no, no, no.
Emily, what a batch of family,
They brought you up anything but easily.
It makes no sense and it only gets harder,
To be such a Martyr, it only gets harder,
To be such a Martyr in the rush of the crowd,
You know such weaknesses are not allowed.
They whimper and shout,
But in the end they just slowly peter out.
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