The music here depresses me, the singing's much too good
Lets go dancing to some song held up by rope and stuck with gum
Some song that's sung cause there's no choice, it's either that or suicide
It's either clenching hold a pen or clenching hold a loaded gun
I can't watch no more, these pretty girls they know his every line
And genuflect as he shuts eyes and holds his breath, and pregnant pause
And what the hell's he got that I can't steal and claim as mine
And she leans 'gaist my ear and whispers "meet me by the broken bathroom door"
And oh, don't think I'll sleep tonight, don't think I slept in weeks
Just memories of some time spent holding on beneath the sheet
And she there smiling up at me
This ghost that came and then I came and then she dressed and smiled and left
I tried to write a song for you, just couple hours ago
But every note just sounded hollow, every word just limped and died
And I got angry and frustrated, tore the paper, snapped the pen
And it was raining, pissin, lashin, and I was sittin on the bench outside
The spray-paint sign, the boarded window, letterbox nailed shut
And three taps lightly on the wood and leave with pocketful of genocide
I saw a man get beat to d**h here once, you'd think I'd run, but no
My feet embraced the wet concrete and I just stood there as they pierced his side
And oh, don't think I'll sleep tonight, had a dream this afternoon
Just daydreams of the train that I would catch if I thought
Maybe you'd be waitin at the end
And kiss my cheek and I'd feel safe
First time I met with Jesus it was here, just by the river
He sat down with me for couple hours, and I drank water, he drank wine
And no I don't believe he said a word, or pa**ed remark
Till he pulled up his robe around him, said "We'll do this sh** again sometime"
And standing by the bathroom door, the one that got kicked in
I see her walk from out the shadows, see her eyes pierce from the shade
And I do believe the music died some time ago, but I…
I just took hold her hand regardless, and I danced with sweet Sinéad
And oh, her smile can cut me deep, far deeper than I'd tell
These spirits I can taste them, runnin' rings around my tongue
My breath, it staggers outta me
She takes my hand and says there ain't no reason for to cry
Take me
Take me home, to your home
Your floor
Let me sleep on your floor
Let me hear the sound you make when you wake
Hung-over and wondrin' who I am
Let me explain myself to you
And I'll apologise to you
And then you'll smile and say "You stupid c*nt I get you every time"