368

Where you come from, where you at Jack

Is it the clothes, the bullet holes or the shit up your nose

That makes your body contort like that?

Like a dead-mark street-thief feeling the crack

They cut the paws off the boar for a fractured jaw

That was given to the government tax

Way back the when Maggie-aggie-aggie

Always made him sad but she never made him happy

I was lost weak, bleak in the street

Knocked me off of my feet

Hanging round with the people I should never meet

I will always believe that the air that we breathe

Will choke our lungs and clog up our arteries

Now, down on my knees take it out the police

Take it out, throw it down call the police

I'm up now, sitting in the gutter

Rolling back down if I hadn't come up

Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight

Just three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight

Just three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight

Millilitres down

While the neighbours are swapping infections

Ken and Jimmy had a spin and went mad and got sectioned

I was outside trying to shotgun a ride off a guy who like I had no sense of direction

Tension is building in a white heart pub

By the time we drove by the floor's covered in blood

Man next to me said 'oh, fucking much just throw them cunts'

'Til I fell in love with a brunette rough neck

Fits like a glove, kept me back down

When I came back up

When my feet hit the ground man, I started to run

And since that day that's all that I've done

So if you ever see me, if the town falls down

Just start screaming if she steal crown

You know they'll be lost and I'll be found

'Cause I'm 368 down

Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight

Just three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight

Just three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight

Millilitres down

It's the only way that you're getting out

If you hang around boys round here they'll bring you down

my favorite lyrics of the moment, from the master JT.