She could never ever ever ever ever ever ever get it into her thick head    So when pretending ends shell have scattered her friends    And she’ll find she’ll wake up dead    There’s no card above receivers    Still it’s all so remote    Behind the bench at the rec    Where she lost fifty notes    (she says) “I used to have a future    But now I don’t know    Just dependence and repentance and a ready-brek glow”       Just put your money in    Bruised and battered shins    You fucking love it    You fucking love it       Back on your feet again    Out on the beat again,    You fucking love it    Yeah yeah yeah       Drunk as a skunk    Lean as a dean    Always the same    Since she was thirteen       You want it    You lame duck    You want it    Youre out of luck    You’ve always been a seedy fuck    So whats it gonna be?       Just put your money in    Bruised and battered shins    You fucking love it    You fucking love it       Back on your feet again    Out on the beat again,    You fucking love it    Yeah yeah yeah       When you boil it down    We descend from clowns to dogs       Just put your money in    Bruised and battered shins    You fucking love it    You fucking love it       Back on your feet again    Out on the beat again,    You fucking love it    Yeah yeah yeah       When you boil it down    We descend from clowns to dogs