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Album: Kings and Queens (2009)
  • Wrapped in cling film, staying til the morning
    Working in a shop off New Bond Street
    Lived in your building high up on the ceiling
    When she rushed the floorboards creaked

    Lost in this town, haunting girl
    Your calling up my friends
    Try to find out where I've been
    I'm a holding, holding again

    Gave money to the man he put a bag in my hand
    Said son don't you understand
    This isn't the way out this is the way in
    Your doubling your troubling

    Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
    Three hundred, three hundred and sixty eight
    Three hundred, three hundred and sixty eight
    Milliliters down

    Where you come from, where you at Jack
    Is it the clothes, the bullet holes or the shit up your nose
    That makes your body contort like that
    Like a Denmark Street thief feeding the crack
    They cut the paws off the boar for the fractured jaw
    That was given to the government tax
    Way back then when Maggie-aggie-aggie
    Always made em sad but she never made em happy
    I was lost, weak, bleak in the street
    Knocked me off of my feet
    Hanging round with the people I should never meet
    I'll always believe that the air that we breathe
    Will choke our lungs and clog up our arteries
    And now, I'm down on my knees take it up on the police
    Take it down for a man did a call the police
    And I'm up now, sitting in the gutter
    Rolling back down if I had to cover upper

    Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
    Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
    Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
    Milliliters down

    While the neighbors are swapping infections
    Ken and Jimmy had a spin and went mad and got sectioned
    I was outside trying to shotgun a ride off a guy
    Who like I has no sense of direction
    Tension is building in a white heart pub
    By the time we drove by the floor's covered in blood
    Man next to me said oh, fucking much just throw them cunts
    Fore I fell in love with a brunette rough neck
    Fits like a glove, kept me back down
    When I came back up
    When my feet hit the ground man, I started to run
    And since that day that's all that I've done
    So if you ever see me, if the town falls down
    Just start screaming as she steals off his crown
    You know they'll be lost and I'll be found
    Cause I'm three hundred and sixty eight down

    Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
    Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight,
    Three hundred, three hundred and sixty eight
    Milliliters down

    It's the only way that you're getting out
    If you hang around boys round here they'll bring you down

    It's the only way that you're getting out
    If you hang around boys round here they'll bring you down

    It's the only way that you're getting out
    If you hang around boys round here they'll bring you down

    It's the only way that you're getting out
    If you hang around boys round here they'll bring you down

    Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
    Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
    Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
    Milliliters down

    Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
    Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
    Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
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