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I work in a saloon, pulling shit pints for shit wages.
It's a busy night tonight.
And the bar is full of all the girls I've ever shagged, or tampered with, or kissed, or even just fancied.
A pub full of conquests, knockbacks.
Between the laughter I can here my name.
And then, through the gap between the swing doors and floor, I see your feet.
You push open the doors and walk in
And as always all heads turn.
And the room becomse silent, except for the sound or your dm's scuffing on the floor.
You stroll through the jealous gaze straight to the bar, smile, and ask for some exotic cocktail.
But I don't know how to make it.
So you just shrug, smile again, turnaround and leave
And I pull another pint.
- Album:
- Arab Strap
- The Red Thread
- Mad For Sadness
- Philophobia
- Week Never Starts Round Here
- Elephant Shoe
- Miscellaneous
- Monday At The Hug And Pint
- The Last Romance
- The Week Never Starts Round Here
- Monday at the Hug & Pint
- Ten Years of Tears
- Scenes Of A Sexual Nature
- Dream Sequence
- Speed-Date
- There Is No Ending
- Quiet Violence
- The Cunted Circus
- Primavera Sound 2003
- Out of Our Heads on Skelp