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Lyrics:
Larissa lies about her face,
Swears she'll have to buy some mace,
But we all know the truth, her rates were late,
She paid in kind... And Joey mumbles through the shakes,
and laughs to fight the snakes of doubt
He feels each time he tries to stop the monkeys dancing
Friday night at the Rose and Crown - the whiskey bites, bitter wash it down...
John Skin he's jumpin' on a wog
I've seen him walking with his dog down Finsbury Park
On a Sunday says shagall when he's on his own
But now he's runnin' with the pack, they'll dine on Eastern snack
They make a good curry mister, as long as they don't touch my sister...
Another fight in the Rose and Crown. Get 'im in the head, kick 'im while he's down...
No use in runnin' for the hills,
Though I've had my fill of booze and pills another pint for the road...
A fish and chips... a drunken shag...
Watch ill folks make their children whores then keep them behind locked doors
There's no way out
I had my chance I should've ran...
Another night at the Rose and Crown...
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