The AB's-Concrete Hits Bone
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I'm quite inconsolable
Since a great chunk was ripped from my neck
By the twin blade disposable
Now I'm just crunching into the deck
Making a move soon
There's a special on the Guinness in town
Sleep over until noon
I ain't much good when the big bad G been putting me down
The first five are exceptional
Give us this day our daily bread
The last few I can't recall
Between the pubs my legs tend to lead
Freddie bought me the uska
In cool dark conditions I thrive
Mr. Fogg bought a whisker
Just as well there's one shot in the pot now I'm taking a dive
If I knew what I know now
I wouldn't have entertained at least one half of
The shit I necked in the Guinness days of old
My jeans are combustible
With gale force winds I could level a hut
My bladder's untrustable
A great black tide washes round my gut
A sobering factor
The room spun round as I made for the phone
Your breath like a tractor
A single lung full of the cool night air and concrete hits bone
Dipping my moustache in the froth
As I lift a liquid man in a cloth
Breathing through a mouth of a black and white minstrel show
It's proud and thick, you're loud and sick
As your face comes to rest on a solid red brick
The big bad G been laying me low
Big G been laying me low