Old school jukebox.
Crimson cracked leather stools.
Bare brick walls
And neon lighting.
Bras on the ceiling
Exchanged for the fizz.
An open-door policy
To all who like it hard and fast.
Outside: Islington.
Smokers shielding squinting eyes.
Inside: oblivion.
Flipping beer mats in solitude.
Cyclists and cabbies
Hostage to the heat.
Flight Mode and Bombay,
Drowning in defeat.
My housemates swing by,
Try and get me to leave with them.
They know that i had therapy
Today at 2pm.
A job that neither wanted.
Reluctantly, they goad.
Forced to watch a car crash
From the centre of the road.
LA Woman. Light My Fire.
Play it dumb and fight desire.
Back Door Man. Break On Through.
Mr Mojo may construe.
No natural light, no clocks, no clue.
A finger down the throat
Says i'll last til 2.
Love Me Two Times. Break On Through.
Mr Mojo may construe
And i fall.
I fall down.
Down and out.
And i love this place.
And i fall.
I fall down.
Down and out.
And i love this place.
And i drink here, from 3pm, til
Come on fella, let's be off.
Til eyes glaze over, and
Concrete feels soft.
I'm twenty, and i'm petrified.
I'm leathered and i'm lost.
Fleeing from reality
Regardless of the cost.
Down and out in London.
Tumbler in my hand.
Fumbling through a summer
That i'll never understand.
A wallet stuffed with customer copies
Of card receipts.
A clammy forehead.
Ten voicemails.
A masterful purveyor of good times.
The best
And i fall.
I fall down.
Down and out.
And i love this place.
And i fall.
I fall down.
Down and out.
And i love this place.
And i fall.
I fall down.
Down and out.
And i love this place.
And i fall.
I fall down.
Down and out.
And i love this place.
Skint & Demoralised - Slim Jim's Liquor Store Lyrics
Skint & Demoralised - Slim Jim's Liquor Store Lyrics
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Old school jukebox.
Crimson cracked leather stools.
Bare brick walls
And neon lighting.
Bras on the ceiling
Exchanged for the fizz.
An open-door policy
To all who like it hard and fast.
Outside: Islington.
Smokers shielding squinting eyes.
Inside: oblivion.
Flipping beer mats in solitude.
Cyclists and cabbies
Hostage to the heat.
Flight Mode and Bombay,
Drowning in defeat.
My housemates swing by,
Try and get me to leave with them.
They know that i had therapy
Today at 2pm.
A job that neither wanted.
Reluctantly, they goad.
Forced to watch a car crash
From the centre of the road.
LA Woman. Light My Fire.
Play it dumb and fight desire.
Back Door Man. Break On Through.
Mr Mojo may construe.
No natural light, no clocks, no clue.
A finger down the throat
Says i'll last til 2.
Love Me Two Times. Break On Through.
Mr Mojo may construe
And i fall.
I fall down.
Down and out.
And i love this place.
And i fall.
I fall down.
Down and out.
And i love this place.
And i drink here, from 3pm, til
Come on fella, let's be off.
Til eyes glaze over, and
Concrete feels soft.
I'm twenty, and i'm petrified.
I'm leathered and i'm lost.
Fleeing from reality
Regardless of the cost.
Down and out in London.
Tumbler in my hand.
Fumbling through a summer
That i'll never understand.
A wallet stuffed with customer copies
Of card receipts.
A clammy forehead.
Ten voicemails.
A masterful purveyor of good times.
The best
And i fall.
I fall down.
Down and out.
And i love this place.
And i fall.
I fall down.
Down and out.
And i love this place.
And i fall.
I fall down.
Down and out.
And i love this place.
And i fall.
I fall down.
Down and out.
And i love this place.
Crimson cracked leather stools.
Bare brick walls
And neon lighting.
Bras on the ceiling
Exchanged for the fizz.
An open-door policy
To all who like it hard and fast.
Outside: Islington.
Smokers shielding squinting eyes.
Inside: oblivion.
Flipping beer mats in solitude.
Cyclists and cabbies
Hostage to the heat.
Flight Mode and Bombay,
Drowning in defeat.
My housemates swing by,
Try and get me to leave with them.
They know that i had therapy
Today at 2pm.
A job that neither wanted.
Reluctantly, they goad.
Forced to watch a car crash
From the centre of the road.
LA Woman. Light My Fire.
Play it dumb and fight desire.
Back Door Man. Break On Through.
Mr Mojo may construe.
No natural light, no clocks, no clue.
A finger down the throat
Says i'll last til 2.
Love Me Two Times. Break On Through.
Mr Mojo may construe
And i fall.
I fall down.
Down and out.
And i love this place.
And i fall.
I fall down.
Down and out.
And i love this place.
And i drink here, from 3pm, til
Come on fella, let's be off.
Til eyes glaze over, and
Concrete feels soft.
I'm twenty, and i'm petrified.
I'm leathered and i'm lost.
Fleeing from reality
Regardless of the cost.
Down and out in London.
Tumbler in my hand.
Fumbling through a summer
That i'll never understand.
A wallet stuffed with customer copies
Of card receipts.
A clammy forehead.
Ten voicemails.
A masterful purveyor of good times.
The best
And i fall.
I fall down.
Down and out.
And i love this place.
And i fall.
I fall down.
Down and out.
And i love this place.
And i fall.
I fall down.
Down and out.
And i love this place.
And i fall.
I fall down.
Down and out.
And i love this place.
Writer: David Gledhill, Matthew Abbott
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management