| Don’t recover from these benders like I used to
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| I just bounce from wall to wall until I fall short
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| She let me use her 'cause she knew that she could use me too
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| Even a sociopath can find himself useful
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| And blow a few airs at my mentor man
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| It’s essential I get through this day without chip and beer
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| Tops off my dental
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| Lads from the east end turn a bloody Monday night mental
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| Eight pints in the pub
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| Corr blimey, that was eventful
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| Thirsty Thursday came with a banger bonanza
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| Feeling double weary, it’s a query to withstand
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| Do what we like, that’s the thesis of my mantra
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| Bloody fit bird to my left but I’m too drunk to stand up
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| Lost and found here on the weekly
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| Did I get here first or did one of my mates beat me?
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| Welcome to the wonderland
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| Gotta be intoxicated to even get a wristband
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| And there ain’t no qualms
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| Come here open palms
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| What you mean you’re fucked up, geez?
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| You ain’t gotta be alarmed
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| Welcome to the wonderland, welcome to the wonderland
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| Gotta be intoxicated to fly in and land
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| Don’t recover from these benders like I used to
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| This can’t be a hangover, mate, it’s too brutal
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| At least I got a lovely bird to my left
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| Would be to her detriment
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| Doing Sunday her low
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| She’s crucial
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| Chip my tooth again, this time on a bottle lid
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| Lads don’t take the time, no way
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| Always gotta throttle it
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| Where did that pill go?
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| Just seen my mate gobble it
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| No wonder he’s on the dance floor, quarters wobbling
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| Donner meat and chips is a rich meal for a working lad
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| Coming out the
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| Now he’s cooking up a house party
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| Hey
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| Another beer of misbehaviour in my favour
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| Iron up her number, for a bunk up, price lumber
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| And I think I like her a bit too
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| Even better when there’s two on the way
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| To the old wonderland zoo
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| Lost and found here on the weekly
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| Did I get here first or did that bird there beat me?
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| Welcome to the wonderland
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| Gotta be intoxicated to even get a wristband
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| No, there ain’t no charge
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| Come here open palmed
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| What you mean you’re fucked up, love?
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| Ain’t gotta be alarmed
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| Welcome to the wonderland, welcome to the wonderland
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| Gotta be intoxicated to fly it and land
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| Boys and the birds
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| Birds and the bees
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| Scenes of hypnosis, they happen in steez
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| You know that little process
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| You can’t seem to recall
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| Looking at her thinking, could it have even happened at all?
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| Killed the boys
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| Common and coy
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| Live too much life to ever be employed
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| Snogged her, she caught it on a bloody polaroid
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| Been drinking too frequently
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| To ever be employed, yeah yeah |