In the early hours walking through the precinct, he 's spent all his money and now he 's real skint.
He sees the video thru ' the Hi-Fi shop 's doors, the beer in his brain says 'go-on it 's yours '.
Even though he 's pissed and his senses have all gone, he can still hear the ringing of the alarm bell.
He looks at the damage thru ' pissed eyes, he 's got to leg it now he 's got his prize.
He tries to run away but his legs don 't wanna know, a voice laughs to him, it is the alcohol.
He stumbles thru ' the streets not knowing where to go, a pissed-up idiot with an expensive video.
And he realises later when he gets home at three, it 's too hot to flog and he 's got no TV.
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