I lost my love on the other side

I lost my love and I fear tonight

I'll lose my love and get fucked up and get fucked up all night

I love my teacher with the highest words

I love my teacher and I'm not absurd

And nothing makes madder than Fridays on Sundays 



When I just think of you

Go if you want to, cry if you want to

Go if you want to, cry if you want to

Go if you want to, cry if you want to



I loved my women on the second war

I loved my women now I seen it all

And nothing makes madder than ever come round here again

I love my dad with my all and all

I loved my dad through his rise and fall

And nothing makes madder than Saturday traffic



When I just think of you

Go if you want to, cry if you want to:.



Outside it never seemed so cold

Outside it never seemed so

Ordinary, ordinary

Outside said he never needs you, outside said he never needs you 

Outside said he never needs you going