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Saw her down in A&E
I was taking my break on floor 3
Cos a mate of mine pissed up scored an own goal
Was down there hurt what a glasshole
I wanna be the guy with the girl with the head injury
Took my standing order to the landlord
He said I don’t envy you working there
But he aint seen this wounded queen
Stunning with shining red blood in her hair
Skinny bill delivers all our mail through this stormy hail
His bones they ache so he’s on strike you know
Tonight I’ll go to a punk rock show
I’ll scream and shout and punch around
Till I hit the cold hard ground of upper maudlin street
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Big Car
02:22
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Granddad said leave the cocoa on
I’ll only be back in afew
But he never made it home that day
So dad spat on dad’s dad’s killer
These days I lay out bodies of the deceased
Open windows on final curtains
The other day we couldn’t shut one of the mouths
Gobs of the deads got something to say
Hey boy what you gonna do
Seems like you haven’t got a clue
Thin green flesh with apologies to make
Me I’ll just put it on the list
So soothe these ulcerated lips
Castrate me with alcohol
Each body with and without god
But who can seem to get grounded
Not me
Yes I’m fully aware that james bond shags a lot of birds
Read the words upon the shelf
Where I seem to reside
You know I aint got nothing to hide
Driving your big car you don’t fucking care
You’d sue us for breathing the same air
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Davey
01:30
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Jumping out from behind bins
Tins in desperate open hands
Cos we were always at the same gigs
Sung along to the same bands
You’d pick me up when too pissed
When the nights were blue
You’re a brother to me you know its true
Why does it seem so long since we last hang out
And why is it when we do
Seems the only time I'm pulling through
At a blackpool window wondering
When will things get better for us soon
Things will get get better for us soon
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The Morning Squad
02:21
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We are the morning squad
Punch alarm clocks in the gob
We are the morning squad
I’m a dressing gown fuckin yob
Up all night watching rom coms
Waking up with raging bonk ons
Breakfast time I batter my cod
You know I’m in the morning squad
13 hours that I work
13 seconds all I need to jerk
Sandwiches and a glass of milk
Make for a really nice snack
Greenwich meridian time
All you cunts get off the line
Got a new clock for my cock
Do you think that I’m a silly chap
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I get into work and I'm sat there trying to prepare
Myself for the day
But you’ve got a wife you’ve got a life you want to share
Every last detail
So i can’t breathe now can’t you see
I’m just trying to have a cup of tea
I get on my break and i just can’t wait to unwind
But what do i find
You shouting about your dinner plan with your man
Well I’m glad for you
But I can’t breathe now i start to choke
You shoved that ring right down my throat
I’m in that blue above tra la la la la la la
Please give me some respite
Please I’m sick of all this shite
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Boob Motivation
01:18
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Abi’s got a big fuckin rack
Greggy he wants some of that
But Bealings got her in the sack
Cos Abi’s got a big fuckin rack
Boob motivation yea
The Plumknee boys are feeling pretty sore
Gonna go down to the lick her store
Buy ourselves a daily sport
Cos you know when you’re coming up short you need
Boob motivation
Asked her out for a lobster dinner
Seems to be getting a thinner bit slimmer
Cos she never came
And he never came on her back
Dan why you trying to plough the barmaid?
He don’t want to change the world
He’s just looking for a handjob
And he doesn’t like curly whirls
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I’m brewing a stout
For social vermin
Moral lepers sup this sound down
You see the coolest limos in the school class
But your not mobile on wheels
So you just park your ass
We sit down and they stand up
We’re street drinking tennants ugly cracked noses
Nozzles for you your pretension and poses
Roll the ball of your foot over a hb pencil and laugh
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