368 - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Wrapped in cling film, staying 'til the morning

Working in a shop off New Bond Street

Lived in your building, high up on the ceiling

When she rushed, the floorboards creaked

Out in this town, haunting again

You're calling up my friends

Trying to find out where I've been

I'ma holding, holding again

Gave money to the man, he put a bag in my hand

Said, "Son, don't you understand?

This isn't the way out, this is the way in

You're doubling your troublin'"

[Chorus]

He's three-hundred, three-hundred and sixty-eight

Millilitres down

[Verse 2]

Where you come from? Where you at, Jack?

Is it the clothes, the bullet holes or the shit up your nose

That makes your body contort like that?

Like a Denmark Street thief feeding the crack

The clap applauds the furore for the fractured jaw

That was given to the government tax

Way back then when Maggie-aggie-aggie

Always made him sad but she never made him happy

I was lost, weak, bleak in the street

Knocked me off of my feet

Hanging 'round with the people I should never meet

I always believed that the air that we breathed

Would choke our lungs and clog up our arteries

Now, down on my knees saying nothing to please

Take him down, throw him out and then you call the police

I'm up now, sitting in the gutter

Rollin' back down before you come upper

[Chorus]

He's three-hundred, three-hundred and sixty-eight

Millilitres down

[Verse 3]

While the nameless are swapping infections

Ketamine Jim, he had a spin and went mad and got sectioned

I was outside trying to shotgun a ride

Off a guy who, like I, has no sense of direction

Tension is building in the White Hart pub

By the time we drove by, the floor's covered in blood

Man next to me said, "They're all fucking mugs"

I used to roll with them cunts before I fell in love

With a brunette rough-neck fits like a glove

Kept me back down when I came back up

When my feet hit the ground, man, I started to run

And since that day, that's all that I've done

So if you ever see me if the town falls down

Jester starts screaming as he steals the Queen's crown

You know they'll be lost and I'll be found

'Cause I'm three-hundred and sixty-eight down

[Chorus]

He's three-hundred, three-hundred and sixty-eight

Millilitres down