A sea of heads we joing the back
Wishing we wern't the last
Halted, stopped dead in our tracks
And soon an hour had passed
I lean against the postured wall
Bass vibrates down my spine
The night is nearly over now
Oh God, how much more time?
Townies with hands in their pockets
Out looking for a fight
Girls scantily clad in high heels
Not a jacket in sight
Nearly there, the bouncers ahead
"Right, pretend we're talking"
"You're joking, really he said that?"
Pout out and keep walking
"Ey you got any ID love?"
"I'm here every week mate,
Second of the third eighty eight"
As I guessed, took the bait.
Wishing we wern't the last
Halted, stopped dead in our tracks
And soon an hour had passed
I lean against the postured wall
Bass vibrates down my spine
The night is nearly over now
Oh God, how much more time?
Townies with hands in their pockets
Out looking for a fight
Girls scantily clad in high heels
Not a jacket in sight
Nearly there, the bouncers ahead
"Right, pretend we're talking"
"You're joking, really he said that?"
Pout out and keep walking
"Ey you got any ID love?"
"I'm here every week mate,
Second of the third eighty eight"
As I guessed, took the bait.
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