Fuck This Place

An itch, my eye
Twitch like a memory
Forgotten bars
One of those cities
One of those nights
Everyone's darling
Everyone's sweetheart
Just this drink to hold my hand
One glass of anything
Anything cheap
And I'm here just because
Everyone else has come just to be seen

Oh, I don't know these buildings
I think I'm lost

In the perfumed armpit of town
Develop a debt now
These people are bricks
Six feet stones wrapped up and bowed
Such disappointment when the paper is ripped
So I stand, still boring and bored
Itching my eye again against the wall

At the end, at the close
Would you be good enough to take me home
'Cause I don't know these buildings
I think I am lost
'Cause I don't know these buildings
I think I am lost

Would you, would you
Would you be good enough to take me home
Would you, would you
Would you be good enough to take me home
Would you, would you
Would you be good enough to take me home
Would you, would you
Would you be good enough to take me home