Same Old Thing

Yeah, street level

Oh oh yeah, that's it..

Right there

At street level

That's it that's it that's it

Yeah oh tunes heavy

At street level

That's it that's it that's it yeah.. oh oh right there

Who's round is it?

Down that beer quick smash my glass back down fall over the table

All rowdy and pissed

Seems the only difference between mid week shit and weekend is how loud I speak

And whether I try to pull a girlfriend

That's it who's got dough?

Hey, you know I'd pay but I'm broke, only got coinage to show

Putting off walking home on my own to my thrown

Two empty takeaways ashtrays and remains of the day stoned

Pick a bottle off the table, peel the label tell a fable

Offer opinion for free and a solution to the latest big news story

Football and smut daily as I ponder winning the lottery

Buy a drink, chat to a lady, the girls well fit definitley, not maybe, she's rude I'd shag

her and make tea right there

At street level

That's it that's it that's it

Yeah oi heavy, heavy

At street level

That's it that's it that's it yeah.. oh oh

Can't lounge in the boozer all day, got manouvers to make

Gotta see a man about a dog, can't be late, I'm always late

Raining cats and fog but nice and dry in the black dog

Down it in one my son, can't sit here, gotta run.. things need done

If they don't win this and the next run they getting relegated to the third division

At street level, real people saying repeated sequal

Rock and roll fall to the floor like last night, yesterday morning

And the night before and the night before

Apparently there's a whole world out there somewhere

it's right there, right there

I just don't see it, I just don't see it, oi oi

At street level

That's it that's it that's it

Yeah, oi street level

At street level

That's it that's it that's it

yeah oi oi heavy.. heavy

Lock the door on your way out