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I went to the bar. To get me a drink. It wasn't the type. That you'll all think. In goes the whiskey. Lager and rum. Top up with vodka. Now isn't this fun. Pour in some extras. Bitter and coke.
With the police you have to think on you're feet, don't stammer or stall, you're answer or lack of one, could end you up in the nick. And don't be afraid of retribution.
I don't understand What part of you thinks That you're some kind of big man Whenever you drink Don't get me wrong, I'm no killjoy And I love a good time But I don't turn into an arsehole After a...
I'll drink myself silly Fill my glass till it spills Then slowly pop a packet And down a bottle of pills Its me versus nicotine In a battle of wills Thousands of cold needles Just like porcupine...
Can't sleep. Counting sheep. Just want to forget. Give me a cigarette. So pop some pills. Giving me thrills. Just want to forget. Give me a cigarette. Eyes glazed. Mind dazed. Just want to forget.
You should know things are not right between us, I thought you could read my mind. Look at us baby, oh they should have seen us, drugged up, loved up, and blind.
As a friend you were loving. Strong, fun, spontaneous. Foolish, eccentric and sociable. As a mother you were cold. Weak, unhappy, unpredictable. Embarrassing, scatty and lonely.
Wrapped up in string goes the candlelit dinner, throw it in the fridge for another day. You said you'd be home by 6, its 9:30, you threw your promises away.
Careless summer days, partying 'til dawn. The lawn was freshly cut and we ran cartwheels in the sun. Barefoot on the Tarmac, running reds through the dead of night.
I can't think straight again today. I'm way too tiered to play. Gonna dig myself a shallow grave. Lay me down to dream I'm brave. I can't think straight anymore. I'm way too drunk to explore.
He thinks life's great, nothing to worry about. He's doing important state exams this year but so far his grades are good. As, Bs and maybe a C or two. That's school, just plain old boring school.
"Levitate" Can't stop I need some help. F*ck you, I'm by myself Is it a truth or lie. It's what you can't deny.
Mary please, don't put us down. We can see your lies through your blood-shot eyes, So wrong to say yes, But so right to so no. So take a blunt and enjoy the road.