there's a punch up outside of yates'   and there are so many beautiful faces   you and me are the troubled teens   will go hang out by the pinball machines      i hope yr hotspots all burn down   and we dont look back when we're leaving town   we just throw the salt over the shoulder   don't be sad the aquaintance is over      i thought i'd like it but i didnt like it   you bet on lame horses you get disappointed      lets cut our loses, cut our throats   divide up the bill and get our coats