Wrapped in cling film, staying til the morning Working in a shop off New Bond Street Lived in your building high up on the ceiling When she rushed the floorboards creaked
Lost in this town, haunting girl Your calling up my friends Try to find out where I've been I'm a holding, holding again
Gave money to the man he put a bag in my hand Said son don't you understand This isn't the way out this is the way in Your doubling your troubling
Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight Three hundred, three hundred and sixty eight Three hundred, three hundred and sixty eight Millilitres down
Where you come from, where you at Jack Is it the clothes, the bullet holes or the shit up your nose That makes your body contort like that Like a Denmark Street thief feeding the crack They cut the paws off the boar for the fractured jaw That was given to the government tax Way back then when Maggie-aggie-aggie Always made em sad but she never made em happy I was lost, weak, bleak in the street Knocked me off of my feet Hanging round with the people I should never meet I'll always believe that the air that we breathe Will choke our lungs and clog up our arteries And now, I'm down on my knees take it up on the police Take it down for a man did a call the police And I'm up now, sitting in the gutter Rolling back down if I had to cover upper
Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight Millilitres down
While the neighbours are swapping infections Ken and Jimmy had a spin and went mad and got sectioned I was outside trying to shotgun a ride off a guy who like I has no sense of direction Tension is building in a white heart pub By the time we drove by the floor's covered in blood Man next to me said oh, fucking much just throw them cunts Fore I fell in love with a brunette rough neck Fits like a glove, kept me back down When I came back up When my feet hit the ground man, I started to run And since that day that's all that I've done So if you ever see me, if the town falls down Just start screaming as she steals off his crown You know they'll be lost and I'll be found Cause I'm three hundred and sixty eight down
Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight, Three hundred, three hundred and sixty eight Millilitres down
It's the only way that you're getting out If you hang around boys round here they'll bring you down
It's the only way that you're getting out If you hang around boys round here they'll bring you down
It's the only way that you're getting out If you hang around boys round here they'll bring you down
It's the only way that you're getting out If you hang around boys round here they'll bring you down
Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight Millilitres down
Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight Millilitres down
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