Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

.. just don’t let me fuck up, will you? Coz when I need a friend it’s still you.

And more than half the time I have no idea what Pete Doherty is singing about except he’s very generous with sprinkling ‘fuck’, ‘fucked’, ‘fucking’ and any other way to use the word in his songs. What a fucking divvy. What a fucking waster.

I’m supposed to write an essay titled ‘My Life’. I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry.

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