notes are waved by twats and raa's
but the english slacker just waves back,
using her position to attract
some sporty guy
with her womanly ways, his eyebrows raise
presence of security in the epi
rarely needed
but still we get paid
still love to banter
with the porters
stan the man pissed cos he earns less than dan
emersed in my house
non stop social action
page 3 tits on the wall
playing silly buggers and loud music till alarm time
lost in the world of 64 and ps2
there's so much i should do
dabbling in martial arts and risk
everything for one more night on the piss
down the local wetherspoon for monday fun
vodka nation's no match for sportsnight, wedgies,
where everyone is free and easy
mr wedge, wanker and legend
gets pissed and trashes the dj stand
restrained by his own bouncers
requests a tank to fight for his freedom
afterwards the triangle gives us something to feed on
crispy greek doner, easy on the chili it'll burn you
though tonight's a fat one so park street hears me roar
chicken kebab! and shout it some more
at piss heads, bouncers, ladies, whores
on return to the flat i need to sit
'mario kart is it?'
scramble for control
of toad and luigi
peach for molly
even though he's not gay
drunk driving at warp speed round mentalist tracks
lonely relief of frustration in the sack
and sleep
a pro plus lab
avoiding the gaze
of last weeks marker
needing productivity
haven't got any
willpower to fight
the plight which has banished me home from home
i need to return
these times have passed
another world for me
one I threw away
gonna return to uni some day
I miss all
of bristol