bevvied carnage

every time at the wedge

wednesday, half day, sports night

doesn't matter if you play it or not

just go out

get pissed

brain cells will be missed

like lectures

but what the fuck, we'll

start the night in the union bar

not that you can remember that far

back of the taxi

swaying sitting on your jacksy

moving from local wetherspoon to the club's queue

outside

pushing through on the blindside

trying to get inside

quicker, relieving nipples of pain

ripples of rain

drench the crowd of eager peoples

pushing, eagerly

moving, slowly

getting vexed by dumb words

of bouncers, big and ugly

'one in one out' is what they say

sounds flipside to me

looking down at us

inspecting our NUS

cheap entry, cheap beer and cheap thrills

await inside

this house of horrors for those who're saaaad

 

 

gain a table and some seats

establishing space for drinks

beers beers beers are what we get

luxury fag-stained sofas our foothold

drinking games are carried on

in the noise, as best we can

head swirls while talking to the girls -

house mates and drinking buddies

feel like brothers and sisters

between us strong bonds,

like blood thicker than water

lasts longer than bricks and mortar

feeling protective of female sharers in the flat

not wanting them to be chasing a twat

knowing they could be treated better than that

 

 

so it's over to dance

feet move as we prance

about like fools

our routines more priceless than jewels

b'witched into an irish jig

shirt gets singed by some bitches cig

i will walk a thousand miles

for shish or doner

later

cheesy tunes fall on pissed-up ears

dj talking shite, working the crowd

playing tunes as original as kick snare kick snare

but we don't care

just waving hands in the air

someone's got puke in their hair

too much VK

get out of the way

avoid the plume

of yellow spew

i know how they feel

no carrots, this is real

student life doesn't include veg

lack of vitamins affects the health

though it's cheap

hard to avoid the meat

bacon sarnies are a must

quarter pounders make the gut bust

a move from here leads us to greasy food

 

 

everyone's in the mood

hungry munchies

coleslaw mings but that gets flinged

on a random car windscreen

take a while to get that clean

back home awaits

64 silliness

talking bollocks

cushion fights

'fuck off to bed i've got an exam in the morning'

moans a whiner, almost crying

tomorrow they'll be doing the same

english slacker stays up longer

hasn't got anything tomorrow

some have nines, there's a ten and a three

wish i was doing philosophy

could lie in and take it easy

but don't wanna serve mcflurry's all day

gonna lie in, can't wake from the pain

mental and physical strain

do this all over again

willpower lost

trying to give a toss

third class degree the likely eventuality

 

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