Chock full

And only stop off at the beer stand. My home was bare, but now its chock full of life, And for the millionth time my friends are drinking wine here.

And only stop off at the beer stand. My home was bare, but now its chock full of life, And for the millionth time my friends are drinking wine here.

Is a pie in the sky Chock full of lies A tool we devise

Is a pie in the sky Chock full of lies A tool we devise

The vacancy’s chance is to jump from a bridge in the skies, That’s a jam-queue for passenger transport chock full with ennui The initial dead-end,

The vacancy’s chance is to jump from a bridge in the skies, That’s a jam-queue for passenger transport chock full with ennui The initial dead-end,

The train is overcrowded today too The endless rails make it worse Chock-full, chock-full as always An old woman is laughing lying down

The train is overcrowded today too The endless rails make it worse Chock-full, chock-full as always An old woman is laughing lying down

We were loaded down with barley We were chock-full up on rye The captain, he looked down on me

We were loaded down with barley We were chock-full up on rye The captain, he looked down on me

And dance something on top of that, We're carrying a suitcase That's chock full of songbooks.

And dance something on top of that, We're carrying a suitcase That's chock full of songbooks.

Sweet surrender up in flames, hear them calling out my name (Out my name) Chock full with a lead pipe, dip in the dead heart I'm drowning corpses oh so nauseous before those who come across us

Sweet surrender up in flames, hear them calling out my name (Out my name) Chock full with a lead pipe, dip in the dead heart I'm drowning corpses oh so nauseous before those who come across us

We are always here when we come Its name's "Losers' Club" Overcrowded and chock-full Losers' Club

We are always here when we come Its name's "Losers' Club" Overcrowded and chock-full Losers' Club

CHORUS: And even though my bags and cases Are chock-full of my belongings — All my debts, my memories, all that I lament…

CHORUS: And even though my bags and cases Are chock-full of my belongings — All my debts, my memories, all that I lament…

“The beauty salon at the end of the alley is chock-full of sailors; try asking one of them what’s the time

“The beauty salon at the end of the alley is chock-full of sailors; try asking one of them what’s the time