London Drunk Lyrics
I'm going back to San Francisco to be finally at ease
as I've reached the heralded last rung
and become a part-time London drunk
the Bristol boys are lunatics but madness has its virtue they all smash their pints and feign legless fights because it's what they're fucking used to one autumn night in Birmingham after the band had played we fled into that filthy van and got out of that fucking place by half a mile or half a minute I was a sunken, bloated slag I puked up on the floorboards, my fucking jacket and pant leg
Swingin' Utters London Drunk
