LYRICS
Aaron grinds his jaw, is it the coke or is it anger? I don't know
But he stares into the back of Harvey's head, wants him dead
So instead I try dragging him to the veranda of The Chantrey smoking area
Have a cig, keep your wig on, calm it down
Won't be long til we're gone and we can have a nice chill night sinking pints
Fuck a fight, there's nowt in a scrap, no one to impress
Your bird won't think you're clever, she's twenty-five
She wants a mature and level-headed fucking fella
She's sick of the teenage drama, we aren't in school anymore
This hyper masculine diaroma
But I can see in Aaron's eyes he's got the urge to victimise
And take it outside
I need to get Aaron outside
Before he starts kicking off inside
And tries dragging Harvey outside
Aaron wants to take it outside
Aaron's eyes are like 8 balls
And Harvey's got one in his pocket
I just hope they knock the ones on the table
And not knock Aaron's right into his eye socket
Or Harvey's into the back of his skull
Then Aaron goes over
Looks like he wants a game, quids on the table, next to play
And Harvey clocks this and he shouts
'Oi! Do you gamble?'
And he knows that Aaron does, he carries on:
'How does fifty quid sound?'
And of course, Aaron's ears prick up
He carries on:
'Shake my hand pal, don't be daft
Let's bury the hatchet here and now
Play some pool, winner of the match takes the cash.'
But Aaron wants to draw an outline
Tries catching Harvey on his blindside
He's tried to fucking hit the cunt inside
A more than bad idea in hindsight
So now they're both trying to take it outside
And I'm dragging Aaron outside
'Cause it's all fucking kicking off inside
Call a friend I need a lifeline
'Cause Aaron had to take it outside
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