Grinding Stockwell sunrise, hardest to forget
I boldly go where most men have come and gone and left
There's a brand new kind of pain now
Calls behind your eyes its home
This one's on a crusade
Baby, the boundary is the bone

Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
And so is mine

Glancing gladly sideways
At the kingdom just undone
I get this taxing feeling
That I'll need another one
This constellation of blood and time
How soon 'til you crack?
I can't quite see the light from here
Maybe from the back?

Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
And so is mine

Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute
Bobby's boyfriend is a prostitute