Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 368, artist - Jamie T. Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
368 |
| 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 |
| Ur 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 Ur doubling ur 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 |