The Unfairness Of Angels

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 A bouncers gentle words
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Shot at 2007-08-09



Sorry mate can't wear caps in here
But it's ladies night tonight so come in and have a beer
Plenty of skirt to get lost in
After all it's Friday night right? Time to Sin
What's the matter mate you seem down?
Can't have a geezer wearing an East end frown?
Ha ha you been burnt by some bird?
Come on mate, sink a few beers, this is absurd
Don't let some girl sink your soul
You end up fuked up in some hole
Now there's a good lad, pay the girl on the door
And get tanked up and shag some wh0re
You're wearing shoes right? And you're over 18?
Nice one mate, let me check you to see if your clean?
Got no blow or the white stuff on ya I hope?
And remember you have to go outside now for a smoke
Ok cool, in you go, just remember I'll have your balls if you fight
I'll see you later, then with a girl on your arm at the end of the night.



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