| Again, I step out my yard
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| Head swings 'round, clocks my landlord
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| Start chippin' up the road 'cause I owe him three weeks dough
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| The ship’s sinkin', telly’s on the blink
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| And in the pub, it’s one beer to last all evening
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| Later on, chips for feedin'
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| When the quids are down, try sneak in a bottle of brandy
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| 'Round bouncers into the Ministry of Sound
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| Scored, Moffat, back indoors with a profit
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| 'Cause they do say that havin' no money forces one
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| To make the right choices on life each day
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| If you can’t pay, you can’t play
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| Success hides a multitude of sins
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| But I ain’t successful and my piggy bank’s still in the bin
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| Been there since I was a kid
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| Goin 'round in circles, not being careful, but say
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| I get paid on Friday, can’t wait to live life my way
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| 'Cause on the streets, I’m just a geezer
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| I gotta make ends meet, yeah
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| Gotta do what I need to
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| Shit, we all got our runnins now
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| On the streets, I’m just a geezer
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| Gotta make ends meet, yeah
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| Gotta do what I need to
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| Shit, we all got our runnins now
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| On the streets, I’m just a geezer
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| Gotta make ends meet, yeah
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| Gotta do what I need to
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| Shit, we all got our runnins now
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| On the streets, I’m just a geezer
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| Gotta make ends meet, yeah
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| Gotta do what I need to
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| Shit, we all got our runnins now
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| Bruk pocket, I’m back in the Burassic seat again
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| After spending sixty pound last week on beers with friends
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| Brought it all on myself, see, granted
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| Now I’m scorin' draw for everyone to get my next spliff sorted
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| Hang 'round Mum’s house to get smothered
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| Got no tins in the cupboard this week
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| Hold on to your seat 'cause it’s all gone a bit Pete
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| «Live for the moment», said he; |
| wrong!
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| Downin' beers out of my tree, now the moment’s passed
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| The cash is a distant memory
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| You know things are bleak when you’re tellin' the birds
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| You asked out last week that things are busy
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| When really, you’ve got no dough in the piggy
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| Two days after payday’s clocked
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| And it’s back at The Black Dog
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| Stuffin' them socks into pool table pockets
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| 'Cause on the streets, I’m just a geezer
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| I gotta make ends meet, yeah
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| Gotta do what I need to
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| Shit, we all got our runnins now
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| On the streets, I’m just a geezer
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| Gotta make ends meet, yeah
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| Gotta do what I need to
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| Shit, we all got our runnins now
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| On the streets, I’m just a geezer
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| Gotta make ends meet, yeah
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| Gotta do what I need to
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| Shit, we all got our runnins now
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| On the streets, I’m just a geezer
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| Gotta make ends meet, yeah
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| Gotta do what I need to
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| Shit, we all got our runnins now
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| I’m skint, got no moolah
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| Need to get some colour in my cheeks, says Mum
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| That’ll be my English inner-city tan
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| I’m skinny like a woman
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| Need to get some punan through the door
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| «Please Sir, can I have some more?»
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| Oi, oi, lend me a tenner so I can go to the chip shop
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| Twenty-four hour garage and then for a quick top
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| This time opting for the reassuringly cheap option
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| When the quids are down, my Schott hoodies, my ball gown
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| My essential accessory is my bad day frown, 'cause
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| Life in the third-class carriage can be evil
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| When your only ticket to freedom is a permit to travel
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| So, Uncle Shiner, you best go get the spade and dig me a grave
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| 'Cause I can’t pay the rent but I got a 109-pound pair o' trainers on
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| 'Cause on the streets, I’m just a geezer
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| I gotta make ends meet, yeah
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| Gotta do what I need to
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| Shit, we all got our runnins now
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| On the streets, I’m just a geezer
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| Gotta make ends meet, yeah
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| Gotta do what I need to
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| Shit, we all got our runnins now
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| On the streets, I’m just a geezer
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| Gotta make ends meet, yeah
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| Gotta do what I need to
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| Shit, we all got our runnins now
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| On the streets, I’m just a geezer
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| Gotta make ends meet, yeah
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| Gotta do what I need to
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| Shit, we all got our runnins now
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| La, la, la
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| And then this geezer turned 'round to me and said
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| «What are you doing, you twat?» |
| and I was like
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| «What the fuck is this? |
| What are you saying, you div?»
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| Oi, that’s it |