Over the Humber

I need 1000 pounds
And a train tricket out of Yorkshire
A couple of fags
And a holiday brochure
A trip hazard sign and a perfect picture
We took on some mud filled bank side
Where you fell on your back side
You’re hurt still
But I promise
I didn’t lie
It’s kinda shit that it ended
And we took different sides
I don’t blame you if you still hate me
I don’t think I mind.

I need a tank full of petrol
And a pocket full of pennies
So I can get across the bridge and out of the city
A bottle of bitter
A flask full of vodka
Until I go over the limit
And end up somewhere.

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