Do You Believe in Jed (for Jed Kelly)

No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to fucking drive
The land lord kicked me out for drinking the pub dry
Now I must walk home, skeamies prossies catch my eye
To sell me sex to sell me drugs, oh just fuckoff

Do you believe I’m skint, man I’m skint?
I can feel the liquor inside me saying
I don’t think your livers strong enough no

The next day I’m fucking broke and the rents still dew
What can I do? So I go down the Esso shop
I’m going to cop the lot,
But for this I need a good discusses, coz they know my name
So I find a paper bag, and cut a hole in it to se through

Do you believe in drink, man I can drink?
I can hear the liquor inside me saying
I don’t think you livers strong enough no

So I give the man a dodgy note, “fill this bag or I’ll slit your throat
‘Fuck you Jed I know it’s you’ Now I’m going to call the cop’s
Oh shit I got banged up, but at least I wont have rent to pay
just 3 square meals a day, but some cunt trying to make me gay,
nooooooooooo

Do you believer in Jed after?
I can feel the shit inside me saying
I don’t think you ass is strong enough no

Now I’m oot on Giro Street, and steaming for a bite to eat
Food tastes better when it’s free, KFC or Maky-d’s
But those cunt’s stopped my giro cheque,
Just an empty can of Becks,
Man I need some money quick, or I’ll be looking like a stick, so
I write this not and pas it through, ‘I have a gun amed at you’
So they call the cop’s, and I’m back inside. Again!!!!!!!!!!!

Do you believer in Jed after?
I can feel the shit inside me saying
I don’t think you ass is strong enough no

I’m out again man I’m free, and all the drinks are on me.
But I’m skint, oh wicked there’s a pub and it’s right next to a bank
No matter how hard I try I can’t go home.
So here e go again, “this is a gun! It ain’t your friend.”
“So fill the bag, or I’ll fill your head, do you want to end up dead?”

Do you believe in drink after drink?
I can hear the liquor inside me saying
I don’t think you livers strong enough no
But I don’t need you any more
I don’t need you any more

So it’s out the bank and in the pub, 50 pints and a round of Bud
Time passes, man it passes slow, the cop’s don’t know where to go.
Last orders come, when the door fly’s through, “oi Jed we’ve come for you”
It’s back to court then back inside, when I come out you’ll all have died.

Do you believe in drink, man I can drink?
I can hear the liquor inside me saying
I don’t think you livers strong enough no
Do you believe in life after Jed
I can hear some thing inside us saying
I really don’t think we’re strong enough. Oh No!!!!!!!!!!

©Alex Kyriacou 28 May 2009