Glasses clasped like daggers
stabbed in the back
money only matters
waiting for the whiplash
my rusty guts on hinges
doorways friends now gone
nostalgia lingers - to witness
yeah - the rich swansong
yeah - the rich swansong

Take me - take me to the hollow
Get me - get me past the post
You wore a neon halo
Now you're just a ghost

People blend into brickwork
and there's pricks wall to wall
in another framework
you're not what I recall
there's something rotten in your state
and it smells like a rat
a building's dealt a cruel fate
and they pat - yeah they're patting each others
their very own backs
watch them pat their very own backs

Let's bomb the tavern
feel Wellington's snow
it's been awful cool
since The Claredon closed
since The Claredon closed

Pill doors open like Noah's Ark
there's people four by four
an empty vessel in the dark
and a bouncer calls the score
a wake was held - a funeral
in a deluge of bad taste
what they've done is criminal
lets mourn - lets mourn - the utter - the utter waste

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