It was at that very bar I had my worst trip -
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It was only last Saturday, I'd come to the Grip
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With Keegan and Troy and a few other skegs
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When this weird dude comes up to me and he says:
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"I got some leaf the other day up at Byron
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And a couple of cones - you wanna try 'em?"
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Now, I know I was pissed and the light's pretty bad
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But I looked at this dude - and it was my dad!
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I was speechless - I stayed rigid with fright.
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He said: "Do you know Evan censored fucked Kylie censored Friday night?"
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His hair was in dreds; his T-shirt said Slaam -
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I couldn't believe this was the old man.
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I see him every day hanging around with bankers.
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"TISM play here next Saturday", he said. "They're wankers."
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"But Dad...", I stammered, "you're...you're...I mean, you're not..."
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Just then my Uncle Leroy came up. "Woa", he said. "Awesome pot."
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I looked 'round this club - my sight, it was hazy -
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But there was Aunt Ethol, and Uncle Fred, and wife Daisy!
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My eyes finally focused on this host of drug takers:
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My whole family was here - and they'd turned into skaters.
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"Gotta lash, dude", said Dad, "can't afford to linger
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I gotta get your mum home for a bit of stinkfinger."
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I fainted right there in a swoon on the floor;
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Keegan and Troy took me out by that very door.
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It was like watching a movie from end to beginin';
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It was like forcing Michael censored to fuck older women;
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It was all in reverse, all a horrid contrast -
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It was like seeing Jennifer censored put the Coke bottle up Johnny censored's arse.
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I woke up next morning - all was normal again.
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"Listen son", said Dad, "I want you home by ten.
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You were raving last night; your friends are all thugs;
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You were so out of it I think you're on drugs."
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I grabbed his hand, said, "Dad - thank god it's you!
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And you're telling me off! Oh Dad, I love you!!"
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"Smartarse", he muttered, and went off to work
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The same boring, normal, conventional jerk.
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So skaters and skegheads and surfers - be warned -
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Thank god for parents and teachers and policeman uniformed:
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Remember as you slag them off and you cuss;
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When you are forced to do homework, and at the next drug bust -
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I have had a vision of a world even more suss.
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Remember - it would be worse if they acted like us.
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There’s More Men In Children Than Wisdom Knows
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| TISM |
