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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pulp
Pulp
Performer
Nick Banks
Nick Banks
Drums
Jarvis Cocker
Jarvis Cocker
Vocals
Candida Doyle
Candida Doyle
Keyboards
Steve Mackey
Steve Mackey
Bass Guitar
Mark Webber
Mark Webber
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Banks
Nick Banks
Composer
Jarvis Cocker
Jarvis Cocker
Composer
Candida Doyle
Candida Doyle
Composer
Steve Mackey
Steve Mackey
Composer
Mark Webber
Mark Webber
Composer
Patrick Doyle
Patrick Doyle
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Thomas
Chris Thomas
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Don't bother saying you're sorry
Why don't you come in?
Smoke all my cigarettes again
Every time I get no further
How long has it been?
Come on in now
Wipe your feet on my dreams
[Verse 2]
You take up my time
Like some cheap magazine
When I coulda been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean
[Verse 3]
I've done this before
And I will do it again
Come on and kill me, baby
While you smile like a friend
Oh, and I'll come running
Just to do it again
[Verse 4]
You are that last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk
You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
[Verse 5]
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the train I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
[Verse 6]
And like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid
Like a plane I've been told I never should board
Like a film that's so bad but I gotta stay till the end
Let me tell you now, it's lucky for you that we're friends
Written by: Candida Doyle, Jarvis Cocker, Mark Webber, Nick Banks, Patrick Doyle, Steve Mackey
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