| Now i’m sitting thinking
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| I’ve seen this place before
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| In fact i’ve seen it so much
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| It’s getting quite a bore
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| Just another night out
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| For just another laugh
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| It seems that all the time
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| We cross the ol’bills path
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| Cos i don’t wanna be sitting
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| In a cell with you
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| I don’t wanna cos it’s something
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| I don’t wanna do
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| I don’t wanna be sitting
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| In a cell with you
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| I don’t wanna cos it’s something i don’t wanna do
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| So go and screw
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| Cos some c*nt get mouthy
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| And i put him on his back
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| And now i’ve got to pay the price
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| A night without a sack
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| They say that this justice
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| And that is just a farce
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| And if this is british justice
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| They can stick it up their arse |