[Intro]
One, two, three, four

[Chorus]
Cold, flicker, candle, sweating
Thoughts come of fire burning
Everything you made will end up broken
And cheap thoughts and cheaper dresses
You flirt quick, then learn your lesson
She only makes that moaning when she's faking it
And fake sounds and plastic feelings
Freckles and skins all peeling
Soon comes the night when I go home
And then you're home brings the same old things
It's hair nets and safety pins
A man does the same thing she always does
It's your home brings a lot more things
Like sitting up, singing hymns
So I will lay the table but I will not sing
I will not sing

[Verse 1]
And I thought what would I do?
Now I've got no excuse
And all this bullshit has landed in my hands
Like I don't want to talk, it's not really complicated
I just don't want to talk to you
I just don't want to know, the less I know
The less I care, which I might not say yes
I mean I won't say no, I never say no
I mean I might say I might
But we all know that really means no, so why ask?
[Chorus]
And it's cold, flicker, candle, sweating
Thoughts come of fire burning
Everything you made will end up broken
And cheap thoughts and cheaper dresses
You flirt quick, then learn your lesson
She only makes that moaning when she's faking it
And fake sounds and plastic feelings
Freckles and skins all peeling
Soon comes the night when I go home
And then you're home brings the same old things
It's hair nets and safety pins
A man does the same thing she always does
It's your home brings a lot more things
Like sitting up, singing hymns
So I will lay the table but I will not sing
I will not sing
Please don't make me sing
Please don't make me try

[Verse 2]
Because I like this stuff, I like the playing
Especially with people paying
But it's all too much, I don't seem to care
It must be something in this English air
It must be something that I'm doing wrong
Cause I'm always singing the same old song
I'm always breaking the same old heart
That I carry around in this soulless cart and
[Chorus]
It's cold, flicker, candle, sweating
Thoughts come of fire burning
Everything you made will end up broken
And cheap thoughts and cheaper dresses
You flirt quick, then learn your lesson
She only makes that moaning when she's faking it
And fake sounds and plastic feelings
Freckles and skins all peeling
Soon comes the night when I go home
And then you're home brings the same old things
It's hair nets and safety pins
A man does the same thing she always does
It's your home brings a lot more things
Like sitting up, singing hymns
So I will lay the table but I will not sing
I will not sing

[Outro]
And you're drunk, drunk
Drinking like a skunk, drunk
Drinking like a skunk, drunk
Drinking like a skunk, drunk
Drinking like a
Home brings a lot more things
Drunk, drunk, drinking like a skunk, drunk
Drinking like a skunk, drunk
Drinking like a
Home brings a lot more things
A lot more time to sit and drink
A lot more time to play it dumb
Sitting round and getting drunk