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Work, Work, Work (Pub, Club, Sleep) (The Rakes)

Maybe lack of sleep, or last nights drinks Now my eyes twitching, if that prick coughs again In the back of my head I'll smash your fucking face in Ok, that's it, take a deep breath I've got to get out of here I've got to clear my head I've got to clear my head It's all these words, ideas and different arguments Someone's always talking when I try to make some sense From all this stress that is constantly going on I just drift along with no focus or meaning Lean back, stare up at the ceiling I just drift along with no focus or meaning I've got the same shirt on for two days in a row With a soya sauce stain so everyone knows Can shower and scrub Still smell like the smoking bit in a Weatherspoons pub I'll have my lunch early, get some sugar in my blood My clothes still smell of last night I've got to clear my head It's all these words, ideas and different arguments Someone's always talking when I try to make some sense From all this stress that is constantly going on I just drift along with no focus or meaning Lean back, stare up at the ceiling I just drift along with no focus or meaning Why do these tourists walk so slow? Especially now I've got somewhere to go? And a posh sounding girl, going on and on About her dog and Mr. Morgan It sounds so funny when I hear you calling! Mum be like 'boy what you doing?' Please shut up and try and sound confident In a crap job when your minicourse is done It's all these words, ideas and different arguments Someone's always talking when I try to make some sense From all this stress that is constantly going on I just drift along with no focus or meaning Lean back, stare up at the ceiling I just drift along with no focus or meaning