Grounds for Divorce

Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid

I've been working on a cocktail called Grounds for Divorce, whoa

Polishing a compass that I hold in my sleep, whoa

Doubt comes in on sticks, but then he kicks like a horse, whoa

There's a Chinese cigarette case and the rest you can keep

And the rest you can keep

And the rest you can keep

There's a hole in my neighbourhood

Down which of late I cannot help but fall

There's a hole in my neighbourhood

Down which of late I cannot help but fall

Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid

Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

There's this whispering of jokers doing "Flesh by the Pound"

To a chorus of supposes from the little town whores

There'll be twisted karaoke at the Aniseed Lounge

And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good

And it does me no good

And it does you no good

There's a hole in my neighbourhood

Down which of late I cannot help but fall

There's a hole in my neighbourhood

Down which of late I cannot help but fall

There's a hole in my neighbourhood

Down which of late I cannot help but fall

Someday we'll be drinking with the seldom seen kid

Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh