In the ashtray city where I built my home
And Mum says "son will you come back home"
When I rolled up papers to inflict the drone
And Gus sits by and says "you have to know"

And I let go of your hot sweet hand
And you turned back say I'm a weird man
And I tear through bottles cause I'm a damage fan
And I don't feel good despite the power of prayer

'Cause it's all waste, yea it's all wasted what, on a hair do?
Yea it's all waste, it's all wasted what, on a drunk boy? In a band boy?

In the ashtray city's better hot than cold
And if I knew better I'd say I'm feeling old
And if there's one thing the march of time has told
It's the sex feels better held in the arms of love

What if my head stops getting
Blood to think
What if her hands stop holding mine
And what if her lips stop touching mine
And what if her eyes stop looking
Out for me
What if her heart stops giving
Itself to me

In the ashtray city where I built my home
And Mum says "son will you come back home"
When I rolled up papers to inflict the drone
And Gus sits by and says "you have to know"