Drinking The Dregs

[Keith]

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I sit and pick the label
from a bottle of Newcastle brown,
I’ve got me a corner table
and the forecast is seeing me drown.
Programmed spots
do a lonely robot
an empty floor reveals
What they’ve got

Table tops awash with slops,
I fold and float a rizzla boat
then sail outside for another smoke.
A wasted alchy gets too close,
He thinks I want to pick a fight
He thinks he wants have a fight
But a prison thin roll-up Will make things alright.
Yea a prison thin roll up will make it alright

It's the happy hour, so I smile and knock back
A double Pernod with cider and black,
the red witch turns eyes into slits
but no one around me gives a shit,

So I sit and pick the label
from a bottle of Newcastle brown,
I’ve got me a corner table
and the forecast is seeing me drown.
Yea the forcast is seeing me drown

Programmed spots
do a lonely robot
an empty floor reveals
What they’ve got
Table tops awash with slops,
I fold and float a rizzla boat
then sail outside for another smoke.

It's the happy hour, so I smile and knock back
A double Pernod with cider and black,
the red witch turns eyes into slits
but no one around me gives a shit,



Original
I sit and pick the label from
a bottle of Newcastle brown,
drowning seems to be the forecast.
Bubbles shoot like space invaders,
gathered gas collects in the neck
conspiring to make me cough.
Programmed spots do a lonely robot,
the empty floor reveals their dance,
a change in colour breaks the trance.

Its happy hour, so I smile and knock back,
double Pernod mixed with cider and black,
the red witch trips tongues, turns eyes into slits
but no one around me gives a shit.
My table tops awash with slops,
I fold and float a rizzla boat
then sail outside for another smoke.
A damaged bloke gets his tattoos too close,
my shoulder goes cold but he won't be told,
is it red or blue to diffuse a fight?
a prison thin roll-up
seems to make things alright.