This is where I make my stand In the corner of the hotel room with a receiver in one hand Holdin' on to the waning sound Of a crackled voice on a dodgy line
With a stomach full of piss-cheap wine There's one last drink to sink with you Before these fuckers want me through
I haven't been the best of men Morality is an evolving thing I can blame the times, I can blame the weeks I can blame the things that we sow as kids
I'm a waster darling, and I'll tell it straight With all my failures on a platе She picks at them and doesn't chеw And spits them out for me to view
This place is full of poltergeists And tonight I'll join them when I die
