my mind is hazy must have been that gin and i’ve been thinking lately about packing it in but i’ve got a love for the things that hurt me fill like a glove make me feel dirty i’m used to that smell that lives in my nose a drunken old man laughing at my clothes we’re too big for this town we should really get out and i don’t care where we go as long as i’m with you we don’t need much money all we’ll spend is time give your heart to me and i’ll give you mine we need to get out and drink in all the bars learn to use your mouth