Oh, Give Us Money...

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Today was my first day of classes of my last academic year of undergraduate studies...

Here are the lyrics to one of my FAVORITE songs:

Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held,
it pays my way, and it corrodes my soul.
I want to leave. You will not miss me.
I want to go down in musical history.

Frankly, Mr Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck.
I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck.
I must move fast. You understand me.
I want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly.

Fame, fame, fatal fame,
it can play hideous tricks on the brain,
but still I rather be famous
than righteous or holy, any day, any day, any day.

But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
making Christmas cards with the mentally ill.
I want to live and I want to love.
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of.

Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held,
it pays my way and it corrodes my soul.
Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry.
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly.

Frankly, Mr Shankly, since you ask
you are a flatulent pain the arse.
I do not mean to be so rude,
but still, I must speak frankly, Mr Shankly.
Oh, give us money .