Take a seat, baby Throne for the queen Inert house Pink place you are in Taking a brake After weekday stink We are
A little constraint Hover heavy in air Usual things Happen three times a year Madly we go Splitting dishes and heads We are
No one just can see What it means to me Where yesterday’s child Now drunk and looking wild Where hearth left us all warm Small space where I belong That helped me to get through The worst days of hangovers And incomprehension, yeah!
Shit abound in corners and rooms Filth and fug in bloom Sorry, I’m pissed Pretty baby is missed You lose
Music, hugs Dance, liquids and drugs Kick us from comfort zone No occasions to meet here But we all are, yeah
Father’s hands to plant Nature’s hands to grow And memory to fix The frames from vital flow Thanks for every day And thanks for every friend For anyone who cares Except one weird lady Who loved throwing scissors Into the veins