| Hey, what you say yesterday?
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| She had fun when they leave alone on Saturday and night
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| They love to drink and they love to have a fight
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| It’s my town coming up down the road
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| She left you grim and down on the phone
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| Singing songs has all gone wrong
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| Since time’s been passing, better run, son
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| Jack backdoor never go bitch-slap
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| The slap from your mother when you just got born
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| And how about calling off some times?
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| In cotton socks, getting ripped with our wives
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| Track back when I feel that knife and
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| Heavy in your lungs and down your spine and
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| Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy load
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| Down and up these side tar roads
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| Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy load
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| Down these side roads
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| But it’s all alright, sometimes
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| What you reckon about this one, boys and girls?
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| Next, uh, next number
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| That’s appendice
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| I remember getting wasted
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| Before we drive to the races
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| Run down to the subway station
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| Got down and missed our train and
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| How did you get to go there?
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| I went back to my home where
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| I sat and drank my wine
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| I feel fine and so I’m home, contorting
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| Arms down, take your time
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| On Monday morning, feeling fine
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| Missy must’ve heard you say
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| «You learnt anything more about them?»
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| There’s been backstabbing and a bitch-slapping
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| And a call of «four to the floor,» she’s bleeding
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| Who’s gonna get her out of this place?
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| It’s not me, not a gentleman’s race
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| Walk to the pavement, look at people
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| Think to myself, jam in traffic
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| Love elastic, smack in the kitchen
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| Bitching reminds me of my classroom
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| Break-in pictures I’m flicking inward
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| Sinks the cops who got called to the brink or
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| Take time and muddle their way up
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| There’s a buzz feeling, you let them forward
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| We’re going down on the runway
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| We’re going right down on the subway
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| We’re going down on the runway
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| Gonna go catch the train
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| We’re going right down to the subway
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| Gonna go get ourselves a Saturday
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| We’re going
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| We’re going down on a Sunday
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| Down to the subway, down 'til the Monday
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| We’re going down on a Sunday
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| To the subway to challenge her |