Come home with me
Come home with me
I’m not known for wishing wisely
Come home with me
Come home with me
Waste the time my wishing buys me
I don’t have much to offer in my flat
I can’t tell the cobwebs from the cracks
The kitchen’s full of rotting fruit
Up we crawl and then it’s all downhill to ill repute
The lights come up
The music stops
Morning marches straight toward us
So let’s pretend
This song won’t end
Join me for a final chorus
There’s nothing there for me at home
All the bulbs are bare or they are blown
We deserve all that we get:
Our sanity and solvency replaced with drugs and debt