(Here we go, quitado) Feel like dying in my shoes I don't think that I can walk the mile just to drag you back down into that wicked life you've made Feel like drowning in my soup I don't think I could ever swallow when I read the k**ing letters of your Christian middle name I know that I don't have a pristine bone in my body you're certain you can get to everyone you've found the perfect scapegoat in your only one Cigarette sandwich in the evening Ice cold coffee from the time you loved me now only winter runs her crippled fingers
through my thinning hair People call but I don't answer I'm k**ing myself on the iron landing just to watch the twilight traffic bleeding from that city square I know that I don't have a pristine bone in my body you're certain you can get to everyone you've found the perfect scapegoat in your only one I know that I don't have a pristine bone in my body you're certain you can get to everyone you've found the perfect scapegoat in your only one I was the only one I was the only one