Mark was there, he was chasing tail,
the urban genie on the door got offered the manners test and failed
That girl who said she was your friend
but you really hated her was there in her element as two chunky thick set skinheads gyrated her
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I tried to paint you my feelings through this verse
Just like Neil Young did in the back of his hearse
But you won't hear much of that though in here though
It's full of cheerful chaps who whistle and leer and live on their own
The Deansgate fireflies they blink and wink at me
I haven't felt this alone since my art GCSE
And don't bother with the tears tomorrow
You're always doing it, you're always doing it
You're always bloody doing it