Thursday night and One have their first Halfmoon headline slot,
We’re on mixers, beers and budgets, then we share some jaeger shots,
some guy asks if the lead singer of the last band is a gay,
I’m like; do I look like a man then? grinning as I walk away
well we taxied to the twelve bar where the lemonade is water,
when the barmaid said it tasted fine i changed my mind and bought a
coca cola and sambucca and the beatles played the theme tune,
we tried paying with a fake score but the barman clocked it too soon,
we were tumbling down the tumblers before stumbling down the side streets,
we’d played pinball unlike wizards and watched bad pool from the side seats,
now it’s 3am in central, we’re on course for the casino,
where it’s wall-to-wall with wankers and it sure as shit ain’t Reno
Speak some broken tongue to Itals, say they saw Franz Ferdinand,
they’re just hanging for the first coach cos they came without a plan
This bloke Brendan gives good back cracks but I heard that he has herpes,
watching blackjack with the bootjacks is a way of getting dirty
Like I woke from suffocated sleep all caught up in the covers,
it was panicky departure cos I couldn’t see the others,
I’ll have chips in pitta please, and can we grab the next cab home?
I think I love this shitty city like a drunkard loves a cone
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