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When I look at you now I just can't understandHow I ever coulda looked up to you, man,Still I'm passed being mad, or losing my rag,Just find it sad 'cause you were the closest thing I had to a dad.And instead of looking up, I'm looking down at you fella;Days where I believed your crap have come and gone like the weather.Still you hide beneath your rain coat and stolen umbrella,What's wrong with you bredda?Come on, fucking get it together.You're getting close to fifty now - mature age.So let go of the whiskey now, start acting your age,Can't spend the rest of your life killing your liver,Spend your last days acting like you don't give aShit about nothing, now you're old and you're bitter'Cause you're ex left you for another man she found fitter; fitterEnough to raise two kids anyway'Cause you ain't fucking fit to be a dad in any way.You're a degenerate alcoholic and have been for years,Your eyes are dry now but not the tracks of your tearsAnd I see where they lead, man I'm sorry that you're hurtBut you can only blame yourself now your dick's in the dirt.Wild horses couldn't drag me awayWild, wild horses couldn't drag me awayDown the pub each day in the Old Nag's Head, just stayedEven wild, wild horses couldn't drag you away.Yeah,That's the one ain't it, didn't you say, At your funeral that's the song you want them to play?You ain't got long now to go, bruvNow it's clear you a slave To the drink'Cos soon you'll drink yourself into your grave,It's got to the stage where you love to drink every day.I say love as if you didn't love it, you sober up but heyWhat you love more the suds or your own flesh and blood?'Cause, blood, it's been two years since you even gave them a hugLet alone even let them hear your voice.There's no excuse it's not like you haven't got a choice;What you gotta do isFix up, look sharp,Stop drinking, Don't poison your body with anything that stops you thinking.You're too old for all that.You've had your time, man, don't act like a foolActing like you gotta fork out for your yout'sYou say you work just a sperm bankThen show your ex some proof, just a piece of what you earn, man'Cause right now she's the only one who's paying for their schooling;No matter how much of a bitch you say she is, that's appalling.Wild horses couldn't drag me awayWild, wild horses couldn't drag awayWhen you gonna learn, man? You fucked up again.Went and got another bird up the fucking duff again.No doubt you won't be about for this one, like the othersAnd you dirty, fucking, pisshead cunt thank your God for mothers'Cause dads ain't worth shit. It must be hereditary:You never knew yours and your kids don't know you, so set it GA date with a surgeon, under local anaesthetic, KeithI think it's time you went and got yourself a vasectomy,On the real, I ain't joking blud I've fucking had enough.You know what it was like for both of us growing up,You never had a dad, well neither did I and you know it blud,'Cause you knew my dad, you knew when he left I was only a pup,So I can't condone that shit, abandoning your kids, you're a prickI don't care what you say, man, you make me sick.There's no excuse for that shit, you say you don't know where they areBut there's ways of finding out, you're just not trying very hard.They can't have gone very farYou're ex's family's still about,You could write your ex a letter asking her: let's sort this out,And give it to her mum, so that she can pass it on,But I guess that's hard to do When you're motherfucking drunkSo you know what?Fuck itOr leave it alone,As long as you leave me alone 'cause you don't need to be known,Like those chiefs who private number me and breathe down the phone.Don't give a fuck about you now your true colours are shownNext time you'll see me's at your funeral'Wild Horses' by The StonesSo keep your fucking drink you'll need it now you're all on your own.Wild horses couldn't drag me awayWild, wild horses couldn't drag me away

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