And I 
Will close my eagle eyes
Hang up my skin to dry

We were wasted son
We were wasted all
On the ride, 
From the nightclub 
To our drive
On the way we sang

And from 
the flat above the square
We watch [bad word] bare
Their teeth, their souls, their flesh

We were wasted son
We were wasted all
On the ride, 
From the nightclub 
To our drive
Oh the way we sang