TOWER BLOCK TALKING.

The usual suspects out again seven pints later eight ..nine ten...

You know you should stop but that’s five pints too late.

When you’re in the mood you could down a full crate.

Should have something to eat before you hit town.

Its ok ill gets a curry later bang some more beer down.

You get the munchies eat loads of crisps and nuts,

You can feel the concoction building up in your guts.

One step at a time am I walking on the moon?

Is that my head spinning or is it just the room?

I’m asked politely to be on my way.

Id says something clever if I knew what to say.

My mouth try’s to open but my mind is too slow.

When inhibitions are gone you always make a show

I wake up cold in a puddle in the gutter.

Betting slips discarded some punters lost his flutter.

In the distance is a concrete tree; no it’s a tower block.

It’s talking; it’s talking to me. Is that a lamppost?

Is that a lamppost talking to me? I must be. I must be out of my tree.

The usual suspects out again seven pints later eight ..nine ten...

The boys said it was good a real top night.

Can’t remember tunes dancing or the fight.

Got stains down my shirt the chilli sauce smells nice.

My mouths like a flip-flop with half eaten rice.

Hundred bar down just shrapnel left to show.

Got a bite on my neck and a bruise on my toe.

Same time next week it’s called stuck in a rut.

Propping up the bar till meathead says shut.

The moneys all gone like cells in my brain.

Pissed against a wall and straight down the drain.

A number on my hand in bright red lipstick.

Eyes half shut and head like a house brick.

I wake up cold in a puddle in the gutter.

Betting slips discarded some punters lost his flutter.

In the distance is a concrete tree; no it’s a tower block.

It’s talking; it’s talking to me. Is that a lamppost?
Is that a lamppost talking to me? I must be. I must be out of my tree.

WRitten by Phil Todhunter..Copyright PMC.

Do1 MUSIC…..29/06/09..