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In the early hours walking thru the precint
He's spent all his money and now he's real skint
He sees the video thru the hi-fi shops' doors
The beer in his brain says go on it's yours
Even though he's pissed and his senses are all dull
He can still hear the ringing of the alarm bell
He looks at the damage thru pissed eyes
He's gotta leg it now now he's got his prize
He tries to run away but his legs don't wanna know
A voice laughts to him it is the alcohol
He stumbles thru the street not knowing where to go
A pissed-up idiot with an expensive video
And he realises later when he gets home at three
It's too hot plog and he's got no TV