You love your dog you love your car
Sometimes you love a big cigar
You love to go a bit too far
Why can’t you love me?..

I did what they told me I followed the rules
I kept to myself and worked hard at school
I never asked much, back for my life
So Where’s the returns on my sacrifice?…

Too much coffee keeps you up at night
It always pays to be polite
A nice walk will cure most ills
More than wine or pills…

Two months on the wagon
-It’s going very well
I’ve started sleeping better and
I’ve lost that boozy smell…

It really hurts they chanted
You won’t be able to take it
I’m a woman she replied
With pain I’m well aquainted…

I grieve for my Madness
Now it’s so calm and still
Everything’s so dull compared to
When I was ill…

When you were a carpenter there was purpose in your stride
There was an ease about you, you seemed more satisfied…

PEDAL PEDAL HERE I COME
FACE RED HANDS NUMB…

I think of him as Mr Death
Tall, with whiskey on his breath
Patiently smoking outside his shop
Waiting to hear another one’s dropped

Three piece suit and greased back hair
Manly chin, strong and square
Every morning cleanly shaved
Ready to go should you need a grave..