Oh it's another weight on the soul
The woman in her skin thirteen
And future glitters gone
And I can't see a pattern at all
Your nightclub shoes and broadsheet blues
And posters on the wall
Hey~
Oh you can't have my soul on a rope
It's a Star Wars toy, in this bedroom, boy
And that's where it's gonna stay
And I can't stand a wartime goodbye
So listen close and listen hard
And hear me when I say
Hey~
Oh it's another mess of a day
I'm lifeless and I'm sick
And tired of what you've got to say
Oh it's another waste of a day
I'm listless and I'm so-
So bored of what you've got to say
Hey~