Leave the paper on the chair
Don't even bother to comb your hair
Or look in the mirror, there's nobody there
It's Tuesday morning, wake your head
You'll be running tonight (You said)
From whisky sheets upon your bed
Tie your shoes with bits of string
Luggage clothes, you're getting so thin
Look in your pockets, there's nobody in
You're gin-tongue-tied
It's a matter of time
Your rent's in arrears
Your socks are in wine
Just one last drop
And it's over this time
Don't even bother to comb your hair
Or look in the mirror, there's nobody there
It's Tuesday morning, wake your head
You'll be running tonight (You said)
From whisky sheets upon your bed
Tie your shoes with bits of string
Luggage clothes, you're getting so thin
Look in your pockets, there's nobody in
You're gin-tongue-tied
It's a matter of time
Your rent's in arrears
Your socks are in wine
Just one last drop
And it's over this time