This is where I make my stand

In the corner of the hotel room

With the receiver in one hand

Holdin' on to the waning sound

Of a crackled voice on a dodgy line

With a stomach full of piss-cheap wine

It's one last drink to sink with you

Before these fuckers run me through.

I haven't been the best of men

Morality is an evolving thing

I can blame the times, I can blame the wigs

I can blame the things that we saw as kids

I'm a waster, darling, and I'll tell it straight

Put all my failures on a plate

She picks at them and doesn't chew

And spits them out for me to view.

This place is full of poltergeists

And tonight I'll join them when I die.