Sunday night somewhere

We’re going to reach that point where all things odd become my equal when the powers that watch over us will demand of us a sequel and the roller blinds will come down as sure as the sun sets a mill town where education comes a poor second and the water’s still brown because the…

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Them again

We get our seniority but it’s like bungalow priority, you have to wait your turn. I’d burn the flamin’ lot of them build houses fit for working men. We are down there at the bottom of the list and they wonder why we’re so pissed off I think they’re getting off on poverty it’s porno…

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Old buzzards and apple pies

The committee decides on who wins and who takes a dive, just like a boxing match some take a fall some get it all and usually we get bugger all and bugger ‘all isn’t a country mansion, even though to a Northern lad it sounds the same. and the committee always wins. The house is…

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