London Drunk lyrics

i`m burning in this pit i dug myself in an hour ago and up around the corner lies that bastard pub`s front door and in my many changing moods and on similar days i`ve cursed and spat mercilessly at the foot of her firkin 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 its what they`re fucking used to one autumn night in Birmingham after the band had played we piled into that filthy van and got out of that place by half a mile or half a minute i was a sunken, bloated slag i puked up on the floorboards, my fucking jacket and pant-leg (Koski)