Hull Didn't know what was happening, felt a little bit insecure Didn't mean to hurt you but I was not really sure When I lifted my gla** to my lips and I fell against the door I realised I'd had too much so I called out for more. You get like that when you really know the score. The young boy from the South who's father owns a wishing well Speaking words of wisdom so I told him to go to hell Then Strat with bashful eyes now scrutinised the floor I thought then I'd gone too far so I went far out some more. You get like that when you really know the score. I looked around the room to find me another prey Talk about religion and the state of the world today When I opened up my mouth I found there was nothing left to say So I bid all my friends a fond farewell and be on my way. And I hope you don't believe a single word I say. You get like that when you really know the score, yeah Well, you get like that when you know the score.