Leaves on the promenade Down on the disco floor Dreams eat the bitter tea I'm sleeping through the war Cash in the broken hands Pockets seen better scores Well I built a house like this Without sleeping through the war I'm married to my boredom No man's afraid of gore I'm driving round my worry I'm sleeping through the war Cash in the broken hands Pockets seen better scores Well I built a house like this Without sleeping through the war Bulls on the path to the park Hands on the head Bulls on the path to the park Hands on the head Thanks for watching