You’re waking up martyrs to ask them for lighters   Tears on pillows look like leaves on willows   Bright young boxers with eyes like foxes   Do you like me room you know it comes with a groom   All the best drinkers are very good thinkers   It’s pink and attractive like the head of a match is      Arithmetic angels use stage names of angels   There is parties in winder when everybody’s bitter   You know you’re changing your star sign because you only work part time      Now your standing here naked with a fist full of aphids   Looking round corners to see if you oughta   You’re sleeping in cake tins to try and stay thin      Oh take me there      She’s training pigeons to lose their bearings   They deliver earings to girls with no hearing      Staying sober you get run over   You’re making it up before the cameras go live      Oh take me there