Awaydays Page #3

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Don't exactly fancy getting stoned.

What he really meant

was he couldn't swim.

Don't talk soft.

Some of us have got work tomorrow.

Ah, Carty,

you don't know the half of it, you.

Don't know what you mean, mate.

You, my handsome friend,

have got it all, haven't you?

- You have choices.

- Right, let me guess.

You, the poor underprivileged council

estate wastrel, you're f***ed.

- In one, Lucky Jim.

- Bullshit.

You may not know it yet,

but it is how it is.

Is it? Still can't go to the game with

you and the Pack. No choices there.

Oh, mate, just leave it out, yeah?

Take it from one who knows.

You do not belong there.

Right. And that mong in the parka,

he's not even from round here.

- Robbie?

- Yeah, him.

He may be a bit of a subby,

Robbie, but he's our subby.

D'you know? He belongs.

Right, ta. Now I know.

- Really means that much to you?

- Yeah.

Of all the good and wondrous things

we could do together,

you'd rather go fighting with a bunch

of knobheads from the Woody?

More than you could ever imagine.

- OK, then.

- You'll take me?

Birkenhead North.

Twelve bells. Saturday.

- Saturday?

- Er... yeah, Saturday, like.

It's generally when

footy matches happen, d'you know?

Got you.

# Condemned to be a stranger

Subway dweller, dead-end danger

# Peeking through the dust of friends

Who never gave, they'd only lend

# Every sneer is thrown away

With practised gestures of disdain

# The outlaw stance is so pedantic

Hate the world, it's so romantic

# Young savage, young savage

# She's like a steel wall

Speaks like a dance hall

# Young savage, young savage

# Anything goes

Where no one knows you...

- Who's that c*nt?

- Carty. My name's Carty.

# She's like a steel wall

Speaks like a dance hall

# Young savage, young savage

# Anything goes... #

Youse all ready?

- You ready?

- I f***ing am.

- All right. Get them together.

- Come on, boys.

- Stick together, lads.

- We're f***ing here, boys.

It's rock'n'roll,

and no f***er better bail.

- Stick together. No noise.

- Ahh!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Slow down. F***ing walk, will youse?

Make sure you're in there, you ponce.

- What?

- You f***ing know.

Stick together, you hear me?

F***ing told you, didn't I? Knew

they wouldn't show, the shithouses.

Hey, you fucks! Where's your scarves,

you gang of homos?

# Time flies

# Time crawls

# Like an insect

# Up and down the walls

# The light pours out of me

# The light pours out of me...

F***ing go through these queers easy,

boys, yeah?

I love it when they say that.

# The conspiracy...

Go through these queers easy,

boys, yeah?

# Of silence

# Ought to revolutionise

my thought...

Go through these queers easy!

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