so what’s it gonna be then, eh?

calling out molly see where she’s hanging, eh?

tuesday night lights- bursting and bubbling

creeching old lads boot stomping at nothing

there’s just something about it

something about

one glass two glass sip it til it’s water

howling at the moon

take it like a blotter won’t make you no joker

one glass, two glass

so what’s it gonna be then, eh?

pitch dark chill winter;

hazardous, dry

howling at the moon

tropicana soup

down the hatch and bottoms up

whatever comes can’t be much worser

this time i will find the strength to

only have one glass of milk +

one glass two glass sip it til it’s water

howling at the moon

take it like a blotter won’t make you no joker

one glass, two glass

falling off the moon

slipping off the edges, tipping over trenches made of scars,

the stars, scars that shine so bright i’m made of stars,

like cars, their flashlights flying high like fucking kites

alive feeding off the moon i feel alive

down the hatch and bottoms up

whatever comes can’t be much worser

this time i will find the strength to

only have one glass of milk +

this time i will find the strength

only drink one glass of milk +