| I’ve done a lot of things I wished I hadn’t
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| There’s other things I never hope to do
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| But sliding off the map in both directions
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| Is the sorry mess I made of knowing you
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| I’ve seen a lot of things I wished I hadn’t
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| There’s other things I never hope to see
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| But no one left alive could paint the picture
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| Of the mess that knowing you has made of me
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| I knew it wouldn’t be a bed of roses
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| I’ve seen the bloody grind that love entails
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| But one door shuts and then another closes
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| And now I’m on a bloody bed of nails
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| Been told a lot of things I wished I hadn’t
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| There’s other things I never want to know
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| But sliding off the scale of least remembrance
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| Is the way you chose to tell me where to go
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| I’ve been a lot of things I wished I hadn’t
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| There’s other things I never hope to be
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| But no one left alive could tell the story
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| Of what I was once you’d got done with me
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| I knew it might turn out to be a schtumer
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| Nothing would surprise me anymore
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| You robbed me of my natural sense of humour
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| And then you nailed my bollocks to the door
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| I knew it might turn out to be a schtumer
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| Nothing would surprise me anymore
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| You robbed me of my natural sense of humour
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| And nailed my poor cojones to the door |