Smash and Grab

In the early hours walking through the precinct, he’s spent all his money and
now he’s real skint
He sees the video thru' the Hi-Fi shop’s doors, the beer in his brain says
'go-on it’s yours'
Even though he’s pissed and his senses have all gone, he can still hear the
ringing of the alarm bell
He looks at the damage thru' pissed eyes, he’s got to leg it now he’s got his
prize
He tries to run away but his legs don’t wanna know, a voice laughs to him,
it is the alcohol
He stumbles thru' the streets not knowing where to go, a pissed-up idiot with
an expensive video
And he realises later when he gets home at three, it’s too hot to flog and he’s
got no TV