5 Flucloxacillin

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    Five Flucloxacillin rattle in the pit of my purse
    Among the ones and the twos, I never finished a course
    Doctor said: Don't drink on antibiotics
    Reply: It doesn't matter, hangover's always chronic anyway

    A peloton of OAPs cycling up behind me
    Shouting: Step up your paces, we've got places to be
    A pile-on of OAPs crashing in my slipstream
    I turn: Shut up your faces, I'm not your domestique

    They say if they had got the victory
    They'd act with so much more humility
    They say if they had got the victory
    Well, I guess we'll never know

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    Am I a piggy bank of obsolete currency?
    An order of merit from country known for tyranny?
    Another blister pack pops, but I still feel much the same
    Thirty-one, and depression is a young man's game

    Found a fiver screwed up inside a prescription receipt
    From the salbutamol (no, a gift from the sertraline)
    Hallowed be somnolence brought on by the tramadol
    Damned be the knowledge that's it, now you have tried 'em all

    A peloton of OAPs cycling up behind me
    Shouting: Step up your paces, we've got places to be
    A pile-on of OAPs crashing in my slipstream
    I turn: Shut up your faces, I'm not your domestique

    They say if they had got the victory
    They'd act with so much more humility
    They say if they had got the victory
    Well, I guess we'll never know
    Well, I guess we'll never know
    Well, I guess we'll never know
    Well, I guess we'll never know

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    Composition: Gareth David and Tom Broley

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