I can't go back to fromwhere i grew up,

With my tail round my legs

And three quarters round my neck

Will it end

Our love sleeps in cinemas.

Closed and so drugged.

Aspiring young men

We are not doing what we ought to

Long nights, I v'e had a few

And they do for you.

I know that I'm fucked up

I know that I'm messed up

Its staring out from the railway track

I can't be your man

Our love is picked off the carpet

It kicks at my hips and drives me bloody mad

Will it end.

This is what barbedwire does to the breeze

Us aspiring young men

We are not doing what we ought to

Will it end?

Long nights I've had a few

And they do for you

Staring out from a railway track

I cant be your man

Young love tripped up on a rainbow

Staring out of a railway track