Bobbing For Apples

Bobbing for apples in somalia

The man with the iron curtain is following you

No one's coming for tea time

Except my own holy ghost

You're somewhere far probably drinking a whiskey

I dating jack daniel's and caleb, swiss miss, nicky, tea

Nacho's with cocoa

Hey, to each his own

Lovely people, lovely places

I can't remember names and I can't remember faces

Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs

Hey light fixture, you are much too bright

Oh, won't you stay with me through the night

Just grab a pillow tight

And wait for the dizziness to pass

Rock and roll, you ate my soul

You sucked dry my bones but you spit out my mole

I'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end

Lovely people, lovely places

Drunken faces, slurring their phrases

I'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end

You so jealous, I'm so lonely

You'll never forgive me but I love you only

I'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end

Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs