Lyrics

Debt collectors chasing me up In turn for wasting [?] I've got a fear of getting somewhere But from where I just don't know Bad luck getting me down A gathering of soulless clowns I've got myself a habit I'm never gonna kick But I can see where it's gonna end When I was young I was taught a little song I only ever sing it When things are going horribly wrong It goes, "Take a tip top [?] the master plan A baby hyena and an olive branch Stick it all in a fruit blender With some mottos and some lovers and a vintage Fender And just to make sure you never wake up From 25 years in an office job Other people weep But if I get a little something I can sleep Other people weep But I just need a little something to make me sleep Other people weep But if I get a little something I can sleep" She'd made it perfectly clear She didn't want me anywhere near An empty flat with the heater full on So why do I feel so cold? I keep expecting her to walk through the door The old coat gone on the floor I've lost the only beautiful thing in this world I think that I might just turn in When I was young I was taught a little song Which I only ever use When things are going horribly wrong "I need two soft arms to hold me tight From the demons that haunt me in the middle of the night Beautiful glass and a bottle of wine She can't go to sleep through the dark It's best to take precautions when you're sleeping alone Cause you never ever know how you're gonna get flown I've gone to sleep, I haven't worn it in bed I keep it inside my head Other people read I just need a little something to make me sleep Other people read But if I get my little something I can sleep