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So here you are in hoxton two years on Since you left that little nowhere that you're from First few weeks you stayed with your ex Same old arguements but without the sex Now you're renting down the road its not so cheap Every weekend police state in the street Wiry looking kids hoods up eyes down Weave their bIkes through the arty crowd. Now they're squaring up "What phone you got bruv?" Yeah they're gonna give you grief But you still get home in one piece In the party your mates spot a celebrity But your not fussed by the gay guy off CBBC Limos ferry hen nights to the west end The night is dragging its heels till the end Now he's in your face "Got any drugs on ya mate?" You get out for some peace Still get home by half-three Now you're home Crashing out in your coat SongtexteJet lag from the night bus Planning your escape No point trying to act all hard As the kids take the piss as you walk past No sane place left to go Your mates wanna try and stop this agro Now you tear it up Just need one night off Get out of this in one piece And come home for some sleep Now you're home Crash out in your coat Jet lag from the night bus And plan your escape (Thanks to Dale for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania