Rare Boots

Tanking out at quarter to four

Tina's on the candy-canes

Says she doesn't drink anymore

Spanking out at quarter past four

You've gotta take some time out of your life

Are you sure?

I watch the trash bake

I stare into space, I see nothing

I fell on my face, I felt nothing

Time's the kind of thing we erase

Aaron's got rare boots again

Says he's gonna kick through the walls

Time's the kind of thing that we chase

Until we run out

Face it, you're a mess, you're a waste

I watch the trash bake

I stare into space, I see nothing

I fell on my face, I felt nothing

I keep hearing voices calling my name

I keep hearing voices calling my name

Sproatley's about ten miles away, mate

But Teddy's got a Corsa and of course

He'll stop for beers on the way

Jennie lives off glycerine paste

Because she says it's low in calories

Likes the taste

I watch the trash bake

I stare into space, I see nothing

I fell on my face, I felt nothing

I keep hearing voices calling my name

I keep hearing voices calling my name

I keep hearing voices calling my name

I keep hearing voices calling my name

Has my luck come in?

Or has it stopped?

They sent a crate of cigarettes to the North

There's a quiet man

Inside everyone

They sent a crate of cigarettes to the North

I keep hearing voices calling my name

I keep hearing voices calling my name

I keep hearing voices calling my name

I keep hearing voices calling my name

What's my name?