.Thereâs a drunk queen waxin, black eyes whisperin
Says âTen quid, quick one off the wristâ
An thereâs a priest twisted wiâ ECT,
Those madmen hind his eyes keep makin eyes at me
So Iâm contemplatin leavin,
I got thoughts hung wretched side my mind
Oh, back street bedroom.
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