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G
A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time
                      C
The odour of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by
C
When you've been inside
G
Day upon day of this wandering gets you down
  C
Nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town
G
Hovering silence from you is a giveaway
G
Squalor and smoke's not your style

"I don't like this place"
C
We better go
G
Then I compare notes with your older sister
G C
I am a lazy gett, she is as pure as the cold driven snow

F#..i think..tell me what it is if you know it
G
What did you learn from your time in the solitary
G
Cell of your mind?
GC
There was noises, distractions from anything good
C
And the old prison food
G
Colour my life with the chaos of trouble
G
Cause anything's better than posh isolation
C
1 missed the bus
C
You were laid on your back
F
With the boy from the arab strap
G
With the boy from the arab strap
It's something to speak of the way you are feeling
To crowds there assembled
Do you ever feel you have gone too far?
Everyone suffers in silence a burden
The man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton
The Asian man
With his love hate affair
With his racist clientele
A central location for you is a must as you stagger about making free with your lewd and lascivious boasts
We know you are soft cause we've all seen you dancing
We know you are hard cause we all saw you drinking from noon
Until noon again
You're the boy with the filthy laugh
You're the boy with the arab strap
Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop
Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches
And sets off the smoke alarm
What do you make of the cool set in London?
You're constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks
She's a waitress and she's got style
Sunday bathtime could take a while

Courtesy of Matt Shaw