| Uhh
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| I neck a drink
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| From a cracked glass I’d be wise not to clink
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| With a clear view of anarchy sittin' on the brink of insanity
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| Asking me-self what I think
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| (Think)
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| (Yeah)
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| And then I threw me mind over the edge and watched it sink
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| I threw me mind over the edge and watched it sink
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| I threw me mind over the edge
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| Watched it
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| I don’t bother god
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| God bothers me
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| Bothering cosmology
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| The philosophy is nothing is free
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| Everybody’s got a fee
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| And the best role models show us what not to be
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| Honesty is the wrong policy
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| Honestly play along and see
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| Play the lottery
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| Make a pot of tea
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| Learn to praise the Monarchy
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| Microwave ya test tube food on a Haven holiday
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| Get a job you hate
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| Hate the one and free
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| Hooray for me now every other day’s a shopping spree
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| You’re a proper G
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| Until they raid your property
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| And find ya tax free savings and take the lot and flee
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| Daylight robbery
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| The great hypocrisy
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| Should’ve never told 'em you could tie your laces properly
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| Sorry please accept my fake apology
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| While I sit here and fucking blaze a forest tree or something
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| And I want me drink
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| In a cracked glass I’d be wise not to clink
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| Sitting on the brink
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| (Brink)
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| Asking me-self what I think
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| Then I threw me mind over the edge and watched it sink
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| I threw me mind over the edge and watched it sink
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| I threw me mind over the edge and watched it sink
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| Dough dust and masons
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| Making stoned observations
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| Weighing the situation up with an analogy
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| With no correlation but I’m in me own conversation
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| I come in peace just because it rhymes with fuck the police
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| And advertisements run the streets
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| Sleep
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| I find it’s time to brush me teeth mid drunken speech
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| And return with a uhhh like I said something deep
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| With a you were Jesus and a blackbelt in genius
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| You need to see this
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| But and beavers
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| You might know where the green is
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| Pie times
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| Deckin' ya bitch equals
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| Lick the testicles
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| The dumbest on the lips of the worlds leading intellectuals
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| The big master pony
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| Pass the
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| Walked past always last laugh snatched a rollie
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| Fucking bread like
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| Lad I’m cold me
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| Please that 2 pints of cider and a bag of cheese
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| I hit that royal blunt
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| I found myself in the reflection in me foil front
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| I want a drink
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| Drink
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| I put it in a fucking cracked glass I’d be wise not to clink
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| Sittin' on the brink of insanity asking me-self what I think
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| And then I threw me mind over the edge and watched it sink to the bottom
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| To be forgotten
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| I threw me mind over the edge and watched it sink
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| I threw me mind over the edge and watched it sink
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| I threw me mind over the edge and watched it sink to the bottom, To be forgotten
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| I want a drink |