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Those girls nails are wack as hell and that dudes hair is something else
Who the hell am I to judge, walking around these parts asking for directions and help

If where I'm going is there and that route takes me here...
Where's the closest, cheapest pub I should stop to get my 1st beer

On a hidden corner, long overdue for some peace and quite.
Can't stand to see a fake-tanned, juiced up, punk who's just trying to get violent

Oh joy, I found a local to say this is my place.
Damn right it's where I'll spend my days, it's my time to waste.

The girls here don't have much to say, the guys you can't understand.
One has a cousin of a cousin of a friend with a friend in a very, very big band.

There's a click in one corner, a group on one side, a few others are scattered about.
Everyone keeps to themselves, no background music, and the Barmen seldomly shout.

The tables seem too sticky but the waitresses are friends of mine.
free drinks comes more than now and again and when they come its more than 1 at a time.

Oh joy, I found a local to say this is my place.
Damn right it's where I'll spend my days, it's my time to waste.

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from It Could Be So Much Worse, released June 10, 2017

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Los and the Deadlines London, UK

The seedy underbelly of any major city spawns some of the most depraved and morally reprehensible bastards that even the dregs of civilization look down upon. These cretins walk amongst us, they ask you for money, they serve you drinks, they file your taxes, and in this case; they formed a band. ... more

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