there's a punch up outside of yates

and there's so many beautiful faces

you and me and the troubled teens

will go hang out by the pinball machines



i hope your hotspots all burn down

and we dont look back when we're leaving town

we just throw the salt over the shoulder

don't be sad the aquaintance is over



i thought i'd like it but i didnt like it

you bet on lame horses you get disappointed

lets cut our loses, cut our throats

divide up the bill and get our coats