Martin Lyrics - Snuff

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.