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got a big old bottle of vodka going to drink the whole thing down take this petrol and these matches burn this house right to the ground and as the planes reach up into the star filled southern sky you know I meant to spare you a thought for you but it just plain slipped my mind but it felt alright it felt alright take the late train into london cos I know some people there who offer open invitations sleeping bags that they keep spare as I step up onto the platform i'm too drunk to read the signs and though I don't know where I'm going I don't pay it any mind I just walk all night I walk all night I'm as dizzy as a pinball as I'm bouncing off the cars I guess I handed over destiny to the mercy of the bar and the people that i'm talking to don't hear a word I say Letras de cancionesand the girls don't want my loving but their going to get it anyway and they cry all night they cry all night so I got into a fistfight with the owner of the place he said he didn't like my tone I threw my drink into his face then i taught that man a lesson it's a hard lesson to learn I struck another match, stood back and watched that building burn and it burned all night it burned all night i can handle anything with these matches and a drink i'm alright behind this artificial grin there's an anger deep within it's burning bright and it burns all night it burns all night yes I'm alright yes I'm alright From Letras Mania