Woke up with the shakes
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on the bathroom floor
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The sun is shining,
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I felt like drinking some more
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Sunday´s takeaway welded on my elvis tray
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It´s a pound a can in the garden all day
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Start at noon,
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keep on going through til two
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Dabbing speed like a monkey in a fucking zoo
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Get your girl in the bathroom,
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after flirting all day
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It´s the time of your life
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on Bank Holiday Monday
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Street Fighting
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Yet some day
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You get out
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Out of those mondays
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Yes some say
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They were the best days
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Out of our minds
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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
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8 O´clock time to catch the next bus to town
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When the drink is in,
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the wit is most definitely out
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Late bars, fight starts,
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between my brother and I
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Get kicked out so we hold tight and take it outside
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Dodging cars, new scars,
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fighting out on the road
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Knees me in the chest my head
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and arse hits the floor
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Swallowed tongue, what we done,
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someone´s hand in my mouth
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Got to pull it back out
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on a Bank Holiday Monday
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Street Fighting
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Yet some day
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You get out
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Out of those mondays
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Yes some say
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They were the best days
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Out of our minds
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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
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I want to stick him real hard
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with a kitchen knife
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But we share the same bed
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in my mam´s house tonight
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I wait, I wait, I wait,
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until he walks up the lane
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It´s all the fun of the fair on Bank Holiday Monday
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Street Fighting
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Yet some day
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You get out
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Out of those mondays
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Yes some say
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They were the best days
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Out of our minds
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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
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Bank Holiday Monday
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