Julia Take Your Man Home

Julia, take your man home

He's just sitting at the bar

Carving shapes that look like dicks into the wood

Julia, take your man home

He keeps running in and out of the street

With a weed between his teeth he calls a rose

Julia, take your man home

He keeps talking about New Jersey and cocaine

And some person he keeps saying is made of glass

Julia, take your man home

Lay him down on a bed of thorns

And I've got a feeling he'll say, "Sorry"

Come tomorrow morning

And when he wakes in a bed of thorns

I've got a feeling he'll say, "Sorry"

Just wait for tomorrow morning

When I asked him if he needed to go home

He said, "The beating heart of a lonely man is

Nothing but an unheard decrescendo"

Julia, take your man home

He keeps filling up the room with smoke

And then claiming that it's just his ghost

Said, Julia, take your man home

Lay him down on a bed of thorns

And I've got a feeling he'll say, "Sorry"

Come tomorrow morning

And when he wakes in a bed of thorns

I've got a feeling he'll say, "Sorry"

Just wait for tomorrow morning

And you can tell him for yourself that you ain't gonna pluck

No rose petals out of his teeth for him

To say that he loves you would be unfair towards you, and

To say that he needs you would be unfair towards you too

To say that he loves you would be unfair towards you, and

To say that he needs you would be unfair towards you too