| I shiver and shake, every morning I wake to the roar of the trains overhead
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| I got a newspaper floor, a towel for a door and there’s things crawling 'round
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| in my bed
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| The facilities are free at the ship hostelry for the football supporters appear
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| Am I’m losing my mind in the great left behind
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| I got to get myself out of here
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| Man Overboard, waves washing over me
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| Hard times, it’s a perilous sea
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| I’ll never learn
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| Anyone can tell you where you can find me
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| Drunk and disorderly
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| There’s rain on the ground and I can see upside down
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| Streetlamps and the repossessed homes
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| They say crime doesn’t pay, well take a walk down my way
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| And I’m stuck here with nowhere to go
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| Out on the street with all the other deadbeats, wasting away with the years
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| Their ships going down on the wrong side of town
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| And I gotta get my ass out of here
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| Man Overboard, waves washing over me
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| Sometimes it’s a treacherous sea
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| Walls spinning around the anger that’s hidden deep inside of me
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| Drunk and disorderly
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| Reality this, reality that
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| I been there once and I ain’t going back
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| They squeezed me 'till I came apart at the seams
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| Now I’d rather dream drunk and disorderly dreams
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| They got lasers that zap, they got cures for the clap
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| You can see your insides on TV
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| They got all kinds of pills for all kinds of ills
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| But they ain’t found a cure yet for me
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| Out on the street where the cigarettes meet, abandon hope all who live here
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| There ain’t no medicine for the state that I’m in
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| And I gotta get myself outta here
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| Man Overboard, waves washing over me
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| Sometimes it’s a perilous sea
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| I’ll never learn the 12 steps to heaven, they never work for me
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| Drunk and disorderly
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| Man Overboard, straight in the deep end baby
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| Sometimes it’s a treacherous sea
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| If I’m going down it can’t hurt any more than what you did to me
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| Drunk and disorderly |