| Shiela goes out with her mate stella,
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| its gets poured all over her fella
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| cos she says he aint no better than
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| than the next man kicking up fuss
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| drunk she stumbles down by the river
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| screams calling london, (london)
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| none of us heard her coming,
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| i guess the carpet wernt rolled out
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| poetry insert:
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| [Oh when my love, my darling,
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| You left me here alone
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| I’ll walk the streets of London
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| Which once seemed all our own.
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| The vast suburban churches
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| Together we have found:
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| The ones which smelt of gaslight
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| The ones in incense drown
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| Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo
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| Any time she sing a song the other girls sing along
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| And tell all the fellas that the lady is single
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| Fickle way to tickle on my young man
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| She up for doing what she likes
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| Any day more like the night
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| She drowned drunk sorrows that she stole bought borrowed
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| She didnt like fags but at the same time understood
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| Fellas will be fellas til the end of time
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| (good heavens you boys, blue blooded murder of the english tongue)
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| Blut! |
| (Jeej explains it wisely in the comments)
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| Jack had a gang that he called the many grams,
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| he was known as smack jack the cracker man
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| in life he was dealt some shit hands
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| but the boys got the back now
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| And jay went the same way as mickey and dan
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| A pen to mans upon the arrow wans
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| And man lisa had a baby with sam,
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| and now jack on his own man,
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| Well done Jack glug down that cider
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| You’re right shes a slut and you never f**king liked her
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| Not like what he stopped so shocked
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| Coz it turns out the last laugh dance killed the pied piper
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| Tough little big man friends with your daughters
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| Only coz they drive him to pick up on his quarters
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| brawler, lager lout rawlers
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| Fall to the floor think they
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| but they aint near the border
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| Too young gunned now by your hell fire corner
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| Always did a favour, but never took an order
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| Behave young scallywag a fine young Galahad
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| Glad-ragged up but only ever getting fag hags
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| Hung on his shoulder, cheap price shop tags
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| Slag better understand he came for the glamour
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| But this sounds original superficial the issue
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| For one dear Jack there 35 dopplegangers
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| Sheila Goes out with her mate stella,
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| its gets poured all over her fella,
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| cos shes says he aint no better than
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| than the next man kicking up fuss
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| drunk she stumbles down by the river
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| screams calling london,
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| none of us heard her coming,
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| i guess the carpet wernt rolled out
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| (its over, man its over) (get out, GET OUT)
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| So this a short story bout the girl georgina
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| Never seen a worse clean young mess
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| Under stress at best ah but she pleased to see ya With love God bless we lay her body to rest
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| Now it all dear started with Daddy
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| A lightweight chinking down numbing his brain
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| And the doctor said he couldn
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| Now beat up, drugged up she feeling the strain
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| She says in a rut what the f**k i sposed to do Suck it out, start, stop, keep running through
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| True, but you try it aint easy to do She been buckle belt beaten from the bat like a brat
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| Don’t know where she going but she knows where shes at So Georgie, it’s time to chain react
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| But the truth is you know she’ll probably fall back
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| Tears streamed down her face she screamed away:
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| when i fall no one catch me alone, lonely I
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| I’ll scream and shout
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| But you know it wont matter she’ll be passing out
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| I said gibbitybiggityupah just another day
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| Another sad story this tragedy
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| paramedic announced death at 10.30
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| Rip it up, kick it, spit up the views
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| Sheila Goes out with her mate stella,
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| its gets poured all over her fella,
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| cos shes says man he aint no better
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| than the next man kicking up fuss
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| drunk she stumbles down by the river
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| screams calling london,
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| none of us heard her coming,
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| i guess the carpet wernt rolled out
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| Sheila Goes out with her mate stella,
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| it gets poured all over her fella,
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| cos she says man he aint no better
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| than the next man kicking up fuss
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| drunk she stumbles down by the river
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| screams calling london, (london)
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| none of us heard her coming,
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| i guess the carpet wernt rolled out |