She could never ever ever ever ever ever ever get it into her thick head

So when pretending ends shell have scattered her friends

And she’ll find she’ll wake up dead

There’s no card above receivers

Still its all so remote

Behind the bench at the rec

Where she lost fifty notes

(she says) “I used to have a future

But now I don’t know

Just dependence and repentance and a ready-brek glow”


Just put your money in

Bruised and battered shins

You fucking love it

You fucking love it

Back on your feet again

Out on the beat again,

You fucking love it

Yeah yeah yeah

Drunk as a skunk

Lean as a dean

Always the same

Since she was thirteen

You want it

You lame duck

You want it

Youre out of luck

You’ve always been a seedy fuck

So whats it gonna be?

Just put your money in

Bruised and battered shins

You fucking love it

You fucking love it

Back on your feet again

Out on the beat again,

You fucking love it

Yeah yeah yeah


When you boil it down

We descend from clowns to dogs

Just put your money in

Bruised and battered shins

You fucking love it

You fucking love it

Back on your feet again

Out on the beat again,

You fucking love it

Yeah yeah yeah


When you boil it down

We descend from clowns to dogs