"London Drunk" lyrics

Become a part-time London drunk

I'm burning in this pit I dug myself an hour ago
And up around the corner lies that bastard pub's front door
And in my many changing moods and on similar days
I've cursed and spat up mercilessly at the foot of her firkin grace
Chaos comes inevitably like a monarch dressed in rags
Grinning like a maniac and splashing cider in my face

I'm going back to San Francisco to be finally at ease
As I've reached the heralded last rung
Become a part-time London drunk

The Bristol Boys are lunatics, but madness has its virtue
They'll smash their pints, feign legless fights, it's what they're fucking used to
One autumn night in Birmingham after the band had played
We piled into that filthy van and got out of that fuckin' place
By half a mile or half a minute I was a sunken, bloated slag
I puked up on the floorboards, my jacket and pant leg

I'm going back to San Francisco to be finally at ease
As I've reached the heralded last rung
Become a part-time London drunk