A cobblestone drunkard
Hopping on a bus
With a throbbing in my groin
The architecture makes it respectable
But the state is the same
A drunken mess
A throbbing in my groin
Oh, life is funny that way
Take me for example
Oh, just take me for chrissakes
One building
Outdates my country
I drank in it
And forgot one hour
There are memories here
That I don't have
That I can't forget
So I have to forget my own
But the throbbing in my groin
Reminds me of at least one thing
An important thing
The important thing
This cobblestone drunkard
Remembers what he needs to
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