He drove me home in the van, complaining, 'Women only like me for my mind'.
Life would be so colourful if only I had a drink problem.
The more you ignore me, the closer I get; you're wasting your time.
Pass the pub that wrecks your body And the church, all they want is your money
I see the world, it makes me puke, But then I look at you and know, that somewhere there's a someone who can soothe me.
My childhood is streets upon streets upon streets upon streets. Streets to define you and streets to confine you, with no sign of motorway, freeway or highway.