She could never ever ever ever ever ever ever get it into her thick head
So when pretending ends shell have scattered her friends
And she'll find she'll wake up dead
There's no card above receivers
Still its all so remote
Behind the bench at the rec
Where she lost fifty notes
(she says)  I used to have a future
But now I don't know
Just dependence and repentance and a ready-brek glow 
Just put your money in [bad word] and battered shins
You [bad word] love it
You [bad word] love it
Back on your feet again
Out on the beat again,
You [bad word] love it
Yeah yeah yeah [bad word] as a skunk
Lean as a dean
Always the same
Since she was thirteen
You want it
You lame duck
You want it
Youre out of luck
You've always been a seedy [bad word] So whats it gonna be?
Just put your money in [bad word] and battered shins
You [bad word] love it
You [bad word] love it
Back on your feet again
Out on the beat again,
You [bad word] love it
Yeah yeah yeah
When you boil it down
We descend from clowns to dogs
Just put your money in [bad word] and battered shins
You [bad word] love it
You [bad word] love it
Back on your feet again
Out on the beat again,
You [bad word] love it
Yeah yeah yeah
When you boil it down
We descend from clowns to dogs