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There I were
wandering lonely as a Ford Ghia
When bang my dreamstate of whistles
and blowing horns was interrupted
by a hoodie skinhead
Bashing me headlights in!
I shouted ‘n screamed
Flicked him the bird and
called him names
And reminded him to
go play his thieving games
at his council estate and not here where the trains
cross the road
The bastard had broken my exhaust fume reverie
Now all I can do is pack it in and fail
and drive on to
that small tenement home and
my snort ‘n crack and mainline Boddington Ale
but I can’t get out or the car started
by Rob 21st August 2006
2 comments ↓
Shame. Though a lot of it didnt make any sense to me, lol.
Drove onto level crossing, stuck pipe onto exhaust into car cockpit, got in, safety belts on, locked doors, snapped off key in ignition so motor running and pumping fumes into car, waiting to drift off to sleep and to die while letting oncoming train do the job properly if the exhaust fumes fail or petrol runs out, petrol does run out, passing skinhead see what is happening, tries to wake up driver by smashing and banging the car. Too late. Train is fast approaching hence reference to whistle blowing. Horns sounding from cars at level crossing.
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