Из альбома: Honey From the Tombs
Skinny boy, all bones no lies
You’re so miserable in the mornings
Will you will wait up for me?
It’s sordid and I can’t find my feet
And you’ve got lips I could spend a day with
Skinny boy, somewhere some prostitution
Some devour some doubt some dance
They’re coming with swords through the backdoor
And there you are on the fence
With those lips I could spend a day with
When it’s done, i’ll drink champagne to the lonely
Lonely in me Monday, tuesday so lonely
Wednesday, thursday only me Friday, saturday only me Here comes sunday…