You took off your shirt for me
Your porcelain skin revealing
Like a winning scratch card
Total scene
Amongst the grey paint and plaster peeling
You found a subset for every scene
You found your sense of self depleting
They said they know just what you mean
They know exactly how your feeling
And your flatpack career
It came off track
It came off track
You lost the best part of a year
And you'll never have it back
You'll never have it back
One word of warning in your ear
And money in your lap
Money in your lap
And you called out for a guide
You called out for fresh lenses
For someone to be on your side
No matter what colour they may be painted
And your flatpack career
It came off track
It came off track
You lost the best part of a year
And you'll never have it back
You'll never have it back
One word of warning in your ear
And money in your lap
Money in your lap
And hats off to your new man
He is turning
All your words around
He is joining
Every cult he can
And he's shaking on it
But he's using your hand