11 November 2012
Have you noticed when you're trollied you do a sort of sway, To let people know you're still standing and that you'll be ok
The room becomes a blur and you're tripping over your feet, You try to keep it going but you're suddenly glued to your seat
The crowd is slowly thinning into a few drunken bastards, Your feet are killing,shoes are rubbing and you need some fucking plasters
Have you noticed when you're trollied you don't give a fuck, You drink and drink until you're gone and then you're in the muck.
Fucking Trollied • Opuss № I