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BOOZE KRUISE

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Flat on the floor, rendered unconsious

Where's all the booze?

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Bust out the booze, bust out the whiskey

I've had a few

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Down it in one, don't be a pussy

Beer's your chum

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Drink all you can, until you fail to stand

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Battered, crushed, your off your mush

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THE LURG

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The cough, the splutter

Must be the lurg

The aches, the pains

Must be the lurg

Well I've had a shit load of pills

The lurg, the lurg, the lurg, the lurg

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Can't breathe, must be the lurg

Can't see, must be the lurg

Well I've took a shit load of pills

The lurg, the lurg, the lurg, the lurg

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CHARLIE DON'T SURF

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Twelve pints just ain't enough

I need that rock star stuff

Give me that magic dust

In class A drugs we trust

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It cost you fifty fucking quid

And now it's stuck to the toilet lid

Oh no

Charlie don't surf

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Four men huddled round the seat

Trying to make the lines all neat

Didn't notice it was soaking wet

Its the fucking end

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CLAIRE VOYANT

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She sees hatred everywhere,

Money slipping down the drain

She can sense there's something coming

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She sees everyone lying

Community everywhere's dying

Everythings fucking changing

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Claire Voyant sees all these things

Claire Voyant what the future will bring

Claire Voyant not from another world

Claire Voyant's an ordinary girl

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She sees the world in slow motion

Progression's regressing now

Spidey sense there's something coming

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She sees everyone struggle

Working world is in trouble

Everything's fucking changing

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HOPE YOU FUCKING DIE

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I'm giving you everything

All the joy I can bring

Yes I swear

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And, all that I want from you

Is a promise you will be there

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Say you will be there

Oh

Won't you sing it with it me?

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WRECKED AND DECKED ON THE 9 53

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Been out since lunchtime

Drank loads of scud

Paralytic by teatime

Face down in the mud

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Down chip shop alley

Stinking kebab

Mouthed off to the locals

And got a slap

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Wrecked and Decked

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Steamed up at the station

Puked up in Smiths

That's the kebab gone

I didn't ask for this

Feet firmly on the ground

I fucking missed

Wrecked and decked up to my ankles in piss

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