Ben Watt

Ben Watt - Empty Bottles lyrics

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Crippled anger from a crippled brain

Crippled footsteps through a crippled train

Bloody headwound leaves a bloody stain

On a raincoat smelling from the rain


It's the last train, it's the last train home

It's the last train, it's the last train home


Knees together handbag nicely perched

Her dateline boyfriend left her in the lurch

Through the window she keeps her constant stare

Which is funny because there's nothing there


It's the last train, it's the last train home

It's the last train, it's the last train home


The carriage lurches like the drunken man

Swaying sideways through the wasteland

While never flinching the wheels keep tight reign

Like the girl, like the girl, staring through the pain


It's the last train, it's the last train home

It's the last train, it's the last train home

But is that any comfort, is that any comfort?

But is that any comfort, is that any comfort?


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