It's all at my expense,
the dinners, the shows, the
*****
It's 5pm, and I'm swirling around
my place
wondering why it's so **** messy
no woman to clean, no man to ****

It's always me they want
When it's time for the fancy nights,
the glamour, the drugs, the midnight parking
lots spats, teeth and blood

One night cleanses them of their impurities;
they see the wild in my eyes, and they leave
not that I mind; running wild alone is much
more invigorating

I'm not half the coward you'd like to think,
I'd like some company occasionally
but who wants to talk about what Lucy did to
Frank, what the big fellas did to the other cities big
fellas, who's
living; who's
dying

That's what the news is for
//
not that it's any good
Give me your hearts
Tell me your fears
What wakes you up
in the middle of the night

I'll crawl back into my cigarette stinking, wine stained hole
I dredged up from, my deep dirt rotten sanctuary
You can't find me here; I hardly find myself
most days.