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I
was
supposed
to
be
going
out,
that
took
ages
Kids
are
hardcore,
aren't
they?
They
don't
mess
about
Madhouse,
chit-chat,
duties,
more
nappies
Then
I
manage
to
get
out
The
sharp
night
whistled
around
my
coat,
as
I
motioned
up
to
the
main
road
The
wails
of
your
offspring
behind
ya,
cracking
window
It's
hard,
innit,
when
you
plan
to
do
something
But
at
that
moment
you
realize
it's
not
quite
right
Not
really
something
you
should
be
doing
tonight
Well
before
me
a
few
hellos,
expectant
mums
with
blokes
that
I
know
The
bus
whirred,
three-fifty
all-day
ticket
But
I
knew
deep
down
I
wasn't
going
to
use
it
later
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I
arrange
my
coat
on
the
front
seat
and
blend
it
in
with
the
low
lighting
People
on
the
way
out
too,
talking
Everyone
still
looks
like
Ena
Sharples
and
Ray
Reardon
People
need
to
move
on
That
'50s
look
can
do
one
Elvis
has
definitely
left
the
fucking
building
I
got
a
wine,
large,
shoved
it
down
me,
awful
I
hate
the
5.8
I
thought
about
it,
I
thought
about
his
face
when
I
asked
if
he
had
any
Rioja
He
didn't
like
it
Don't
look
at
me
like
that
Like
you
think
I'm
some
wine
twat
I
like
it
I
sit
in
me
house
a
lot
Eventually
you
get
an
idea,
little
shit
Go
and
listen
to
some
fucking
garage
punk,
you
pointy
little
tit
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The
sofa
sank,
I
couldn't
relax
I
felt
cramped
but
luckily
the
table
next
to
me
got
up
and
left
And
apart
from
the
eight
empty
pint
glasses
they
left
on
the
table
I
thought
it
was
the
better
bet,
more
upright
I
ain't
slouching,
I'm
not
a
beatnik
Although,
this
pub
did
call
for
that
kind
of
angle
I
hate
going
out,
going
out
is
for
young
people
I
can't
sit
and
enjoy
a
drink,
I
want
the
lot
Have
you
got
any
numbers?
And
how
much
has
he
got?
The
trappings
of
luxury
can't
save
you
from
the
nail-biting
boredom
of
repetitive
brain
injury
The
injury
of
your
useless
mind,
stuck
to
the
track
Clinging
onto
years
of
that's
not
yours
that's
mine,
give
me
it
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Going
round
and
round,
under
the
bridges
Slowing
down,
it's
all
about
technique
Hand
shandy
chic,
under
five
second
flat
The
tragedy
of
the
male-less
fucking
man
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