The Boy with the Arab Strap - Live

A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time
 The odour of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by
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 Day upon day of this wandering gets you down
 Nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town
 
 Hovering silence from you is a giveaway
 Squalor and smoke's not your style
 "I don't like this place"
 We better go
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 Then i compare notes with your older sister
 I am a lazy gett, she is as pure as the cold driven snow
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 What did you learn from your time in the solitary
 Cell of your mind?
 There was noises, distractions from anything good
 And the old prison food
 Colour my life with the chaos of trouble
 Cause anything's better than posh isolation
 I missed the bus
 You were laid on your back
 With the boy from the arab strap
 With the boy from the arab strap
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 It's something to speak of the way you are feeling
 To crowds there assembled
 Do you ever feel you have gone too far?
 Everyone suffers in silence a burden
 The man who drives minicabs down in old compton
 The asian man
 With his love hate affair
 With his racist clientele
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 A central location for you is a must
 As you stagger about making free with your lewd and lascivious boasts
 We know you are soft cause we've all seen you dancing
 We know you are hard cause we all saw you drinking from noon
 Until noon again
 You're the boy with the filthy laugh
 You're the boy with the arab strap
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 Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop
 Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches
 And sets off the smoke alarm
 What do you make of the cool set in london?
 You're constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks
 
 She's a waitress and she's got style
 Sunday bathtime could take a while