Have you been drinking?
’Cause it’s not too late to start
There’s still a week
Before they come and pull the place apart
And I was thinking
I have sorrows to be drowned
Too complete to contemplate
Without a friend around

On Brunswick Street the bits of broken glass
Sparkle brighter than the six or seven stars

And I’m reminded
Of a Sunday afternoon
How the sunlight caught the cigarette smoke
Curling through the room
And you behind it
Your hair in rubber bands
One more for the footpath
And we walked home holding hands

Like the weekenders and window-shoppers do
We were happier than either of us knew

So act surprised
It’s been a while since I came calling
I know it’s late
But old times’ sake and all that junk
I’ll be alright
We’ll make tonight tomorrow morning
Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows you’re drunk



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Requiem For The Punters Club song meanings
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