Honey, now won't you bring me home and put me to bed?
We've been to this party a thousand times.
Filling the teacups up with cheap and nasty wine,
Closing the curtains to avoid the sun's shine.
We think we're hedonistic baby, but we're not,
High-living lowlifes is what we are.
We could have gone home, man,
You know the clubs closed at three,
Instead my leg's twitching, now I'll never get to sleep.
Oh, here's to one more...
And though we ought to know, yeah.
Our weeks all end this way, yeah.
And though we've said before, yeah.
Like restless children this is how we play.
Come on, let's stay for an hour more
Cos getting home's gonna be such a slog...
When I was eight years old I wished that I was ten.
When I was ten I wished that I was twelve.
My Mamma she told me, "Boy enjoy it now while you are young."
That line never sold me, being older had to be more fun...
Well, I was never one to take good advice...
And though we ought to know, yeah.
Our weeks all end this way, yeah.
And though we've said before, yeah.
Like restless children this is how we play.
credits
from Up To Snuff,
released November 12, 2010
Written and produced by Ivan St John
Engineered by Rob Bochnik
Ivan St John - guitars, organ, vocals, backing vocals
Liam Marley - bass
Ray Murphy - drums
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