(No More) Alcohol کے بول

Oh greedy alcohol you take me Parade me around these grubby streets, shake me. The joy you seem to take Turning me into a fake Like a plastic cherry on a cardboard cake. So, roll out the barrel, tonight I've had my fill. I've emptied both my pockets in the barmaid's till. Mouth open sideways open out into the street Cigarettes, matches, unco-ordinated feet. There's doorful's of wino's in the learing London light. And for the crowds of sightseers I make quite a sight. Reeling sideways downwards, Take a picture of me. Of all the tourist sights I'm the sight to see. It's clear, it's clear as mud. It's in, it's in my blood I come from a long line Who's only fear is closing time Alcohol! Nnnnno, no more alcohol oh. Nnnnno, no more alcohol yeah, yeah No more alcohol Oh and for the fifth time tonight, You are sliding down. But you won't stop there You start falling through the ground.