[Verse 1]
Julia, take your man home
He's just sitting at the bar
Carving shapes that look like dicks into the wood
Julia, take your man home
He keeps running in and out of the street
With a weed between his teeth he calls a rose
Julia, take your man home
He keeps talking about New Jersey and cocaine
And some person he keeps saying is made of glass

[Chorus]
Julia, take your man home
Lay him down on a bed of thorns
And I've got a feeling he'll say, "Sorry"
Come tomorrow morning
And when he wakes in a bed of thorns
I've got a feeling he'll say, "Sorry"
Just wait for tomorrow morning

[Bridge]
When I asked him if he needed to go home
He said, "The beating heart of a lonely man is
Nothing but an unheard decrescendo"
Julia, take your man home
He keeps filling up the room with smoke
And then claiming that it's just his ghost