A free ride on a guilt trip She makes out like it's the fall of Rome Nobody likes a martyr love, so leave it, Martin Luther I can see your dream's gone stale, so I'm going home I don't talk to you until I've had a few, it's a shame Is this the last blow on your bonfire The burning issue's "why didn't you phone?"
Well you might have my body, but my mind's not yours for keeping So you can keep my Blur CDs, I'm going home
Because I don't talk to you until I've had a few, it's a shame I don't talk to you until I've had a few, it's a shame
Because I don't wanna die in the same hole I was born And I don't wanna live if it's all been done before And I don't wanna get married in the same church as you all And I can't sleep in this bed with you any more
Because I don't talk to you until I've had a few, it's a shame I can't talk to you until I've had a few, it's a shame
Now the peace talks have reached a deadlock Are you the [?] walk away But the believer's happy and the doubter is why maybe Cos we've been talking till we're blue, we've nothing left to say
Except I don't wanna die in the same hole I was born And I don't wanna live if it's all been done before And I don't wanna get married in the same church as you all And I can't sleep in this bed with you any more
Because I don't wanna die in the same hole I was born (There's no soap in a dirty war) And I don't wanna live if it's all been done before (There's no soap in a dirty war) And I don't wanna get married in the same church as you all (There's no soap in a dirty war) And I can't sleep in this bed with you any more (There's no soap in a dirty war)