Holy Smoke (2005)

From the other side of gender-neutral bathroom stall

"Of all the assholes in this town I hate him most of all"

Every vodka mixer in the club was not enough

Nowadays, it's Live Laugh Love and listen to Death From Above

Forward, morning after

Cleanse your sins inside a dock dry bath tub

Between the hunt sabs, ACABs, sobbing, being sick

Hearing your name in the chorus left me prostrate in the pit

There is nothing here to set the scene

No notable geography, or pathetic fallacy

You're the only thought in my head

You're the only thought I've got left in my head

Don't get me wrong I love my friends' kids, sure they'll grow to be good leftists

Bet they'll make their parents proud and make the best of what they're left with

But they don't buy the beers I drink, and they don't drink the beers I buy

No children and no profession, walking dead at thirty-seven

Forward, morning after

Naked if not for two blister plasters

She held a cold can of Summer Fruits between her warm thighs

Condensation glistens, sweat beads drip into my eyes

She's turning me to God, no joke

Mother, daughter, holy smoke

There is nothing here to set the scene

No notable geography, or pathetic fallacy

You're the only thought in my head

You're the only thought I've got left in my head