Where neon lights are flashing in a night as black as ink,
Flaccid sweaty beerguts swell, and the toilets start to stink.
Through the lamplit maze of alleyways
You stagger and swagger, so tough -
Though when home's in the next bar down the street,
You'll be glad when you've had enough.
Flaccid sweaty beerguts swell, and the toilets start to stink.
Through the lamplit maze of alleyways
You stagger and swagger, so tough -
Though when home's in the next bar down the street,
You'll be glad when you've had enough.
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