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Bless that summer of eighty-eight
On a bench outside the Ox & Gate
With a sponge, spanner and rusty nail
And a nice sharp piece of string
Didn't make sense then don't make sense now
But what the fuck's it matter?
Martin missed it doing time
Some with smileys and bandanas
Some trailing heavy manners
From the darts to the bookie's to the phone
To the bar to the cab waiting outside
The pub changed hands and word got around
Barred nutters flooded back from miles around
It was a battleground - it went off every night
Martin, Martin, I'm sure he's firing somewhere
Martin, Martin, fired up inside
He pushed it all two steps too far la la la la la
Long arm of the law
Martin missed it doing time
The back bar's cheesier, Big John looks queasier
Nostalgia's easier as time goes by
But that nostalgia thing says
'where the fuck you're looking?'
You just missed it doing time
Written by: Snuff
