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The Last Resort

Sunken yachtsmen, sinking yards
Drunken Scotsmen, drinking hard
Every lunatic and his friend
I mustn't go down to the sea again

Edge of Cliffesville, terraced houses
Lilo lills, unfaithful spouses
Dirty weekends by the sea
And stains on sheets in B&Bs

The rain whips the promenade
It drips on chips, they turn to lard
I'd send a card if I had a pen
I mustn't go down to the sea again

The edge of Cliffesville's all decay
And all the punters stay away
Put off by negative reports
Of lairy bastards, mucky shores

A string of pearls from the bingo bar
For a girl who looks like Ringo Starr
She's mad about married men
I mustn't go down to the sea again

It's the sort of place you'd come to die
It's fukking grim no wonder why
I think I'll save ya from the rest
Even the seagulls they're depressed

The clumsy kiss that ends in tears
How I wish I wasn't here
Tell Tony, Mike and Lynn
I mustn't go down to the sea again

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May 28, 2007

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