And if my owners let me have some free time some day With all good intention I would probably run away Clutching the short straw At that time of the
staring at the brochures at the holidays Chalking up a name in your hometown Standing all your mates to another round Laughing at the world till the
Is it wrong to talk to myself even when there's nobody else I'm just checking out that I'm not gone under the water Thrown on the beach like a seal
less painful here when my back's against the wall It's too late, I found, it's too far, I'm in two minds Both of them are out of it at the bar When
Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror The short straw took its bow
Read some Kerouac and it put me on the tracks to burn a little brighter now Something about roman candles fizzing out, shine a little light on me now
Where do we go from here Terror in Rue de St. Denis, murder on the periphery Someone else in someone else's pocket Christ knows I don't know how to stop it Poppies at
Out of your mind, you're out of your depth, you should have taken soundings Clutching at straws, we're clutching at straws And if you ever come across
a jerk" So if you want my address it's number one at the end of the bar Where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and nursing our scars
I'd be really pleased to meet you if I could remember your name But I got problems of the memory ever since I got a winner in the fame game I'm a citizen
so far Take it away, take it away, take it away Take me away, take me away, take me away From the dream on the barbed wire at Flanders and Bilston
