He’s mr cool yeah
landlord of your pub
Pulls the pints on friday nights
and serves up sunday grub
most folks don’t know
that this geezer makes his cash
punting coke to punters
keeping them out on the lash
She’s thirty one now
her life has just begun
she’s convinced her looks have faded
even though she’s beautiful
most folks don’t know
that she gives her fella cash for crack
poor lass has bills and a morgage
and she must be f**kin strapped
The local joker
life and soul and that
All laughing on the fake outside
but you overlook his past
…he’s always using…
To eradicate the years of pain
All he wants is closure
then his life can start again
