She could never ever ever ever ever ever ever get it into her thick head 

So when pretending ends shell have scattered her friends 

And she'll find she'll wake up dead 

There's no card above receivers 

Still its all so remote 

Behind the bench at the rec 

Where she lost fifty notes 

(she says) “I used to have a future 

But now I don't know 

Just dependence and repentance and a ready-brek glow” 

Just put your money in 

Bruised and battered shins 

You fucking love it 

You fucking love it 

Back on your feet again 

Out on the beat again, 

You fucking love it 

Yeah yeah yeah 

Drunk as a skunk 

Lean as a dean 

Always the same 

Since she was thirteen 

You want it 

You lame duck 

You want it 

Youre out of luck 

You've always been a seedy fuck 

So whats it gonna be? 

Just put your money in 

Bruised and battered shins 

You fucking love it 

You fucking love it 

Back on your feet again 

Out on the beat again, 

You fucking love it 

Yeah yeah yeah 

When you boil it down 

We descend from clowns to dogs 

Just put your money in 

Bruised and battered shins 

You fucking love it 

You fucking love it 

Back on your feet again 

Out on the beat again, 

You fucking love it 

Yeah yeah yeah 

When you boil it down 

We descend from clowns to dogs