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Lorcan any beer Naw Fuck sake Lorcan any beer Naw Fuck sake Lorcan any beer Naw Fuck sake Lorcan any beer in the fridge man Lorcan any beer Naw Fuck sake Lorcan any beer Naw Fuck sake Lorcan Lorcan Aw fuck off you cunt Got bad news so I knock down a cap shot of eighty percent Made in Spain burning a hole of pain in my gullet There's no beer in the fridge Not even a smidge of alcohol belonging to me Nothing's free in this world Don't you know or weren't you told Except the damp and the cold unsold outside in the mess You're blessed inside Stressed trying to stay inside Your house is your keep as long as you keep paying your keep Like a sheep in wool afraid to sheared So keep up the payments and your head will have a pillow TV has signal kitchen sink has a brillo pad Fist full of words and I use them best I can Won't get me nowhere but that's the kind of man I am Paragraphs and sentences alcohol percentages Read between the lines and live within the meaningfulness Of what it means to be us To be someone else not depending on a bus to get from A to W When you finally wise up there's only X Y and Z left Now I'm out of breath half eaten by stress This whole life a test but what for or why should I care It's not like I passed anyway or will any other day The bad news I got was waking up and realising that I'm still here In this top up keep and there's still no fucking beer Lorcan any beer Naw Fuck sake Lorcan any beer Naw Fuck sake Lorcan any beer Naw Fuck sake Lorcan any beer in the fridge man Lorcan any beer Naw Fuck sake Lorcan any beer Naw Fuck sake Lorcan Lorcan Aw fuck off you cunt So I knock down a cap shot of eighty percent Made in Spain burning a hole of pain in my gullet So I knock down a cap shot of 80 percent Made in Spain burning a hole of pain in my gullet