In a smoke "How's it going then?" (Hahaha) But you never thought it would end We got no more gigs It only happens cos of other people You always knew it could be better It's not going at all All the money that that they spend On David Bowie LPs When I told her we were finished "One last fag before we go home" She smoked a cigarette and sighed She said she loved me then she died It doesn't happen like this So you always get what you pay for But the end result is always the same You lose everything you always wanted Dejected people with no aims Because you caouldn't afford to pay A bottle of gin, a packet of cgs Sing, brother, sing, we got no more gigs All the smoke Does it really matter? Sing, brother, sing, we got no more gigs Do you really care.
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