Fix me a hot dog with jelly, Unc
I've had craving since withdrawing from
Low-grade acid and cocaine bumps
I can't sleep at night or hold a decent job

But given time I can turn this around
Go and stay at my mum's, keep my feet on the ground
The next thing I know I've got my hand in her purse
Instead of feeling bad I feel a whole lot worse

Fix me a bagel with dog food on
And don't forget the mangetout
I won't be long
Get with a guy who can write a song
And who won't make love
With his trousers on

I go see my gran, she's making me tea
Telling me stories, hassling me
I puke on the floor, not much I can do
I don't say a word
Just leave, wouldn't you?

I'm wasting the days, I'm wasting my life
Seeking the quick fix, no kids or a wife
Promising this and promising that
The only thing to show is a mess on the mat
Yeah
Once a big shot
I had something on
But I've got nothing on
I've got nothing on
Keep the wolf
From the door
The door