The weekend booze-up, out with your mates To the indian restaurant--open til late Mugs out of nightclubs, hungry and cold Last chance for action before they stagger home Work, ties, empty minds. Years of lies, dumb and blind Caged, bound and ready to ruck Crudely wrapped, fed, fucked It's easy in numbers to make racist jokes And you have to prove to everyone you're one of the blokes No imagination, never stopped to think A lack of respect, a bellyful of drink Work, ties, empty minds. Years of lies, dumb and blind Caged, bound and ready to ruck Crudely wrapped, fed, fucked
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