Burial

Hey, you, what time do you call this?
Your tea's been ready don't you give it a miss.
I'm off out mum, I won't be home.
??? on the streets to roam

Chorus:

Listen to me 'cause I'm still your mother,
You aren't as old as your brother.
You come home and cheek me once more my lad,
So away from this house, away from the door.

Let me say, I aint a kid,
And if you want you can easy get rid.
I'm moving out, I'm getting a flat,
As soon as I can and I won't be back.

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??? of night, takes me home,
I stumble about, on my own.
Oh my half naked body hits the bed,
There's a hundred thoughts in my head.

Oh I wish I'd listened to my mother,
Becasue I arent as old as me brother.
And if I ever drink once more I swear,
I can see myself staggering all over the floor