A Tenner At The Door
Head Straight For The Floor
Pass The Bouncers
And Puke Stained Trousers
Ye Have Tainted Flirts
And We Have Ironed Shirts
With Hardened Knuckles
And Black Belt Buckles
There's Public Affection
In Every Direction
Count On Your Fingers
The Smell That Lingers
And Fighting Stances
Were Part Of Dances
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