The sponsor's sweating   The girls are fretting   But he's getting away   With re-fuck      This city crawler   Would like to howler   He's not a brawler   But he's got something to say      Like burning down a flat   To light a cigarette      Rest your eyes, got no tears for a love song   Rest your eyes, you got it coming on      How late the favourite game   Eleven on the clock of fun and shame   Into the black anew   We need a big blow to kill a little flame   Tell me what you gonna do   Come on now baby can you put me through      It's suck, squeeze, bang and blow   I feel at home in your pressure dome   Let's jettison in unison   That monotonous drone   (It's) like burning down a flat   To light a cigarette      Rest your eyes, got no tears for a love song   Rest your eyes, you got it coming on      How late the favourite game   Eleven on the clock of fun and shame   Into the black anew   We need a big blow to kill a little flame   Tell me what you gonna do   I don't wanna look at the receding moon   Tell me what you gonna do   Come on now baby can you put me through      Oh let me hype this dream   My own promo machine   Wipe your belly clean   Like a “Behind the scenes”   We've been there before   I always been your whore   But now I want it more   I am bored and lonely tonight