I'm exhausted, ill with a cold, in pain
But that's from the three tattoos I've just had
Although it really hurt, felt I was goin'
To sleep at times on the tattoo man's bed
Not his bed at home, I mean where he did
My tattoos, in the Salford tattoo place
Beneath the arches, not far I wandered
When exiting my Ralli Quays office
By Salford Central Station, where they race
At the end of the day to soon regain
The paradise of Bolton, Preston... Sad
Still, someone has to live there. In my case
Don't fancy it, but better not disdain
Maybe I'll end up there if I've no bread...
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