no, they're not like other people's
Because I'm always fallin' and
they're waking up on beaches
Or fuckin' to the on sunny days
But there's no beach for miles,
so it's Marge's cheap cocaine on race days
Wakin' up in piles of debt
Oh, how he wept, oh, how he wept,
'Cause he's emptied all his wages
Into the pockets of the boys
When he was in his hometown
Playin' all his favourite sounds
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on,
Playin' all his favourite sounds
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on,
With dreams of easy women
And he'll drink and snort and smoke
Until every single line blurs into one
And then he'll try and swim
broken glass and broken dignity
I hope he doesn't get his face broken,
no, he's not much of a fighter
He just tells girls he loves her when
playin' all his favourite sounds
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on,
Playin' all his favourite sounds
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on,
And he's so easily persuaded
by his need to feel sedated
And the only way to get it is
And he's so easily persuaded by
And the only way to get it is
When he was in, when he was in his
when he was in his hometown
Playin' all his favourite sounds
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on,
Playin' all his favourite sounds
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on,
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on,