I’ve done a lot of things I wished I hadn’t

There’s other things I never hope to do

But sliding off the map in both directions

Is the sorry mess i’ve made of knowing you



I’ve seen a lot of things I wished I hadn’t

There’s other things I never hope to see

But no-one left alive could paint a picture

Of the mess that knwoing you has made of me



I knew it wouldn’t be a bed of roses

I’ve seen the bloody grind that love entails

But one door shuts and then anotehr closes

And now i’m on a bloody bed of nails



Been told a lot of things I wished I hadn’t

There’s other things I never hope to know

But sliding off the scale of least remeberance

Is the way you chose to tell me where to go



I’ve been a lot of things I wished I hadn’t

There’s other things I never hope to be

But no-one left alive could tell the story

Of the mess that knowing you has made of me



I knew it might turn out to be a schtumer

Nothing would surprise me anymore

You robbed me of my natural sense of humour

And then you nailed my bollocks to the door

And you nailed my poor cojones to the door