Centurion
Red round bubbly faces, sitting round the barthey've been sitting here for years, i've had to travel far
The smell of smoke, the smell of mothballs and beer
sitting round the bar, wearing same suit year after year
'travelled round the world? grab me another gin'
'you've seen beautiful places? and this pub we've been sitting in?'
i cannot explain to them, how much they have missed
an experience of a lifetime... but they'd rather just get pissed!!!
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