[Verse 1]
Walk up to failure
Walk up to regret
Walk up to a place you’ll never forget
Passed the pregnant guard
Then a red paradise of dreams and scars
Leg scars, arm scars, the belly scars lead by far
The marks of the old country's dog
The old cliche of exploitation blues
No offers no young nor [?] could refuse
“Welcome to Hell”
She may as well say
As you walk up, walk up
You walk up on love on your lunch break

[Verse 2]
Walk up, walk up
Walk up to see God, to see Sweet Jane
You still smell her snatch
As you trawl the accounts
Flip through the company books
You can say you rode the coattails of blind chance
But I know that you’re itchin for romance
Another lonely business cunt
The kind that only knows how to pay to touch
In the boardroom
Your fish fingers shake hands with the top flight men
Check your balls for lumps once they’ve left you
What’s that itch?
Is that new?
Is that workin' as it’s supposed to?
Am I still alive?
Is she sleeping with eyes open?
There’s a place for your briefcase
But watch out for the wandering hands
And walk up
[Verse 3]
Walk up
You're acting like you spend your days
Walking up on love on your lunch break
Walk up
To see God, to see Sweet Jane
To pay for a new name
To love on your lunch break
Think about these things or just get by, [be honouring?]
You're asked as you both walk past
Tell me if there must [?] I suppose
When the favourite catches your eye
She stays quiet in her sheer relief
The humiliation is almost complete
They'll chalk it up to blind faith
Tomorrow let them love on your fucking lunch break
You're fucking gonna walk up
You dirty hermitic motherfucker
[All night long?]