Fuck This Place

An itch, my eye
Twitch like a memory
Forgotten bars

One of those cities
One of those nights
Everyone's darling
Everyone's sweetheart

Just this drink to hold my hand
One glass of anything
Anything cheap

And I'm here just because
Everyone else has come just to be seen
Oh, I don't know these buildings
I think I'm lost

In the perfumed armpit of time
Develop a debt now
These people are briggs

Six feet stones wrapped up in bow
Such disappointment in the paper is read
So I stand still, boring and bored

Fetching my eye again
Against the wall
At the end, at the close
Would you be good enough to take me home

'Cause I don't know these buildings
I think I am lost
'Cause I don't know these buildings
I think I am lost

Would you, would you
Would you be good enough to take me home
Would you, would you
Would you be good enough to take me home
Would you, would you
Would you be good enough to take me home
Would you, would you
Would you be good enough to take me home