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Songs Written In Our Spare Time
Coffin Dodgers |
The old grey army
Shuffles past my door
Clinging on to a life that they have no more
They’re coffin dodgin scroungers
And they smell of piss
I’ve pledged my friends’ll shoot me if i end up like this
Their coffee mornings
suck
Their jumble sales
suck
And it’s been 50 years since they last had a fuck ( x 2 )
The old man takes a piss
If he can make it again
But oh no he’s slipped on the soap
And he’s hung himself on the chain
The old lady rushes in
Says ’ Oh no he’s gone ! ’
Then she fucks off back to the kitchen and she makes some more fuckin scones
Their coffee mornings....
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