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fandomtownies2011-08-22 11:23 am
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Caritas, Monday
It was probably sad how routine this was. The delivery guy dropped off a crate. Jake asked if it was actually bar-related supplies this time. The delivery guy shrugged. Jake signed for it, opened the crate, and inevitably found out that no, it wasn't anything that belonged in a bar.
Today? Animal feed. Well, maybe the woman who ran the horse stables in town would be interested in it. For now, Jake was just going to pile it all in a corner. And make Tino sweep up the one bag that burst open all over the floor.
Today? Animal feed. Well, maybe the woman who ran the horse stables in town would be interested in it. For now, Jake was just going to pile it all in a corner. And make Tino sweep up the one bag that burst open all over the floor.
Stage!
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
These so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest.
We arrived in December and London was cold
We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road
We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak
Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a week
I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations
Will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
Take me home....
Bar!
In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Past old crooked dykes through Yorkshire's green fields
We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a week
I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations
Will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
Take me home....
Lounge!
A rare old perfume, so seductive and sweet
She'd tease us and flirt, as the pubs all closed down
Then walk us on home and deny us a round
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month
I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations
Will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
Take me home....
Back Room!
The spirits we drank now ghosts in the room
I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon
And don't lift up my head 'till the the twelve bells at noon
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month
I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations
Will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
Take me home
OOC!