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Nostalgic drunken sentiments sent from another continent
No one to know nothing to do
It clicked when she went travelling, me home alone with joints and gin
Singing I better sort my life out too
Remember the days when we had no responsibilities
We'd listen to Skankin' on repeat
Remember the days we used to get stoned
sit in a field and drink the Dutch Gold
we'd hassle the lads to play our theme.
So I roam, several thousand miles from home,
Fuck their moral compass sure I'll let my conscience be my soul
Remember the days when we'd put Mitzi's up our nose
Still inept and irresponsible, eternally thirteen year olds
Do I remember? Will I ever forget
The craic we had when we were little shits
Do I remember? Will I ever forget
Fancy crazy degenerates on unemployment benefit
Sure this is it, though isn't it?
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Angie Big Ones
01:48
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We're still fat kids in Dunblaney in my head
Even though we were always broke we were always well fed.
It was constantly raining and building onto that old house.
The best friends I had I was born with, never having to do without.
So yesterday, We were just hoping for some change
But today, We're just wishing it would've stayed the same
Does one ever settle? Or will Ireland's grasses always seem green?
That's how it seems, But maybe right now I'm better off here.
Though the memories stay in my mind, Like the time we caught Tom Fahy stealing mum's knickers off the line.
So yesterday, We were just hoping for some change
But Today, We're just wishing it would've stayed the same
We're still hoping.
So yesterday, We were just hoping for some change
But Today, We're just wishing it would've stayed the same
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Sketch The Barber
02:12
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This is a stick up now empty your pockets
There's no way to stop it just sit back and lose while they win
Lost in the comfort of former successes
We struggle to wake up delusions of grandeur set in
What a rip
Sketch the barber the countries sinking
Get to the lifeboats or drown in the empty abyss
I know most will accept the latter
A people complacent content to go down with the ship
Get a grip
Sketch the barber the countries sinking
If you're not leaving at least do something
Forgive them father what were they thinking?
They outgrew their britches and you're non-existent
Shoddy foundations and wreckless decisions
Bent politicians protect their own interests
We're in shit
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Originally done by Randy Newman.
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FLAGPOLERS Vancouver, British Columbia
Mick - bass/vox
Gary - guitar/vox
Rob- guitar
James - drums
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