Letra de London Drunk de Swingin Utters

I'm burning in this pit i dug myself an hour ago and up around the corner lies that bastard pub's front door and in my many changin moods and on similar days i've cursed and spat up mercilessly at the foot of her f*ckin' grace chaos comes inevitably like a monarch dressed in rags grinning like a maniac and splashing cider in my face
i'm going back to san francisco to be finally at ease
as i've reached the heralded last rung
and become a part-time london drunk
the bristol boys are lunatics but madness has its virtue they all smash their pints and feign legless fights because it's what they're f*cking used to one autumn night in birmingham after the band had played we fled into that filthy van and got out of that f*cking place by half a mile or half a minute i was a sunken, bloated slag i puked up on the floorboards, my f*cking jacket and pant leg