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He used to live with a knife in the wall Blonde to the bone, liked to piss out the door Maidens of Eire licked his arse every day Thought he could talk, just had nothing to say He loved to say "Don't you know who you are?" Wrote poetry, Morrisey, Johnny Marr He tried to tell us all That we were going to fall If we didn't change our ways Tried to pretend it was all just a phase Then Kieran said to his face from a far Look at the circle on our calendar You know that that's the day When you'll be gone away We're kicking you right out of here So time to go, pack your bags, shed a tear Yeah! You're gone Yeah! You're gone Yeah! You're gone Yeah! You're gone