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Gentlemen, no fighting in the bathroom, please

You've all been caught doing too many E's

Being high is no excuse for intention

The dancefloor's full, so you'll take the left exit

Don't want to hear any grief or tears

'Cause I've been hearing that for many years

And don't start acting smart, 'cause I've been taking karate on the weekends

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On the dancefloor

Low-hanging skulls ebb to the music

When you take this, oh man, you're gonna lose it

"Ah here, you're ripping me off, he's selling them for a fiver"

"Yeah, well that's inflation, mate, it's 2 quid for a 99er"

Crowd swallows you whole as it enters your soul

And the disco ball is glistening

'Cause whatever it was you took is close to nitroglycerine

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On the dancefloor

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On the dancefloor, please

Ten lads in the chipper, lined up to get shot

Rot, so it seems

Two bodies just splayed on the floor

And someone slipped on garlic cheese

Heads turn south like a Caravaggio painting

Eyes scan the room for a safe exit

And all the eyes come forth for you, and you're not innocent anyway

Not one word comes out for inspection

Just darting eyes to increase the tension

A lonely sweat trickles down the vest of the hardest man in the room

Anyway

Anyway

Anyway

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