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Lyrics: Dogs. Tall Stories From Under The Table. Chained To No One.


I'm hald the man that i wnna be
But is the other half coming on quite fast
Will i wash that longing man away from me

Now this half's gone out for tea
There's nobody home, he's left the lights on
He's down the street singing abuse at everyone

And when the morning comes
It takes away his charms
It leaves him battered and bruised
Bloody and knackered and laughed upon
Yeh but he's chained to no-one

So it's a hangman yes i see
Well i'll take a 'J' a 'U' an 'N' a 'K' an 'I' a Hey i dont
wanna play anyway
It's me yeh you know me
I could fall in love with anyone
But they should section you you nutter Napolean

And when the morning comes
It takes away his charms
It leaves him battered and bruised
Bloody and knackered and laughed upon
Yeh but he's chained to no-one

Oh no
What we gonna do
We got so much to do infront of us
So little to loose behing but re-print old news
And the louder that they whistle
The less we're gonna hear
For constantly we've got the call of the wild
Ringing in our ears
And we're chained to no-one
To no-one, no

So i'm hald the man that i wnna be
But is the other half coming on quite fast
Will i wash that longing man away from me

(Thanks to FM for these lyrics)