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Last Gig Looking for love they say walking into funky night streets but it's not for love but for somebody who'll unconditionally tolerate assahollic behaviour showing up an hour late for everything letting everybody see the rips spreading in the social fabric appearing at gigs with names in your face Red Scare Domestic Violence Naked Powerline Nazi Truth Outta Controll you know the typical shit can't fake Black can't fake Brit can't fake Country so ratchet up the volume bust up guitars on the stage muthafukkah moon the audience let go another drizly loose one into the smoke and screams in the night |
Additional Notes:
Note deliberate lack of punctuation and using caps only in words that seem important to the fans!
Is this apparent, I wonder, or should I have used the lack of caps uniformly? I'd welcome suggestions.
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