Keep a Clean Nose - Spacey Jane

In the ashtray city where I built my home

And Mum says «son will you come back home»

When I rolled up papers to inflict the drone

And Gus sits by and says «you have to know»

And I let go of your hot sweet hand

And you turned back say I’m a weird man

And I tear through bottles cause I’m a damage fan

And I don’t feel good despite the power of prayer

‘Cause it’s all waste, yea it’s all wasted what, on a hair do?

Yea it’s all waste, it’s all wasted what, on a drunk boy?

In a band boy?

In the ashtray city’s better hot than cold

And if I knew better I’d say I’m feeling old

And if there’s one thing the march of time has told

It’s the sex feels better held in the arms of love

What if my head stops getting

Blood to think

What if her hands stop holding mine

And what if her lips stop touching mine

And what if her eyes stop looking

Out for me

What if her heart stops giving

Itself to me

In the ashtray city where I built my home

And Mum says «son will you come back home»

When I rolled up papers to inflict the drone

And Gus sits by and says «you have to know»