From the other side of gender-neutral bathroom stall
Of all the assholes in this town I hate him most of all
Every vodka mixer in the club was not enough
Nowadays it's Live Laugh Love and listen to Death From Above

Forward, morning after, cleanse your sins inside a dock dry bathtub
Between the hunt sabs, ACABs, sobbing, being sick
Hearing your name in the chrous left me prostrate in the pit

There is nothing here to set the scene
No notable geography, or pathetic fallacy
You're the only thought in my head
You're the only thought I've got left in my head

Don't get me wrong I love my friends' kids
Sure they'll grow to be good leftists
Bet they'll make their parents proud
And make the best of what they're left with
But they don't buy the beers I drink
And they don't drink the beers I buy
No children and no profession, walking dead at 37

Forward, morning after, naked if not for two blister plasters
She held a cold can of Summer Fruits between her warm thighs
Condensation glistens, sweat beads drip into my eyes
She's turning me to God no joke
Mother, daughter, holy smoke!

There is nothing here to set the scene
No notable geography, no pathetic fallacy
You're the only thought in my head
You're the only thought I've got left in my head