Lyrics

skinny boy, all bones no lies
your so miserable in the mornings
will you will wait up for me?
its sordid and I cant find my feet
and you’ve got lips I could spend a day with.

skinny boy, some where some prostitution.
some devour some doubt some dance.
they're coming with swords through the backdoor,
and there you are on the fence
with those lips I could spend a day with.

when its done ill drink champagne to the lonely
lonely in me
monday, tuesday so lonely
wednesday, thursday only me
friday, saturday only me
here comes sunday…