Snuff - Martin Lyrics
Bless that summer of eighty-eightOn a bench outside the Ox & GateWith a sponge, spanner and rusty nailAnd a nice sharp piece of stringDidn't make sense then don't make sense nowBut what the *****'s it matterMartin missed it doing timeSome with smileys and bandanasSome trailing heavy mannersFrom the darts to the bookies to the phoneTo the bar to the cab waiting outsideThe pub changed hands and word got aroundBarred nutters flooded back from miles aroundIt was a battleground - it went off every nightMartin, Martin, I'm sure he's firing somewhereMartin, Martin, fired up insideHe pushed it all two steps too far la la la la laLong arm of the lawMartin missed it doing timeThe back bar's cheesier, Big John looks queasierNostalgas easier as time goes byBut that nostalga thing says'where the ***** you're looking?'You just missed it doing time.
