Songtext von Martin

Bless that summer of eighty-eight On a bench outside the Ox & Gate With a sponge, spanner and rusty nail And a nice sharp piece of string Didn't make sense then don't make sense now But what the fuck's it matter Martin missed it doing time Some with smileys and bandanas Some trailing heavy manners From the darts to the bookies to the phone To the bar to the cab waiting outside The pub changed hands and word got around Barred nutters flooded back from miles around It was a battleground - it went off every night Martin, Martin, I'm sure he's firing somewhere Martin, Martin, fired up inside He pushed it all two steps too far la la la la la Long arm of the law Martin missed it doing time The back bar's cheesier, Big John looks queasier Nostalgas easier as time goes by But that nostalga thing says 'where the fuck you're looking?' You just missed it doing time.