This is where I make my stand
In the corner of the hotel room with the receiver in one hand
Holding on to the waning sound
Of a crackled voice on a dodgy line with a stomach full of piss-cheap wine
It's one last drink to sink with you
Before these fuckers run me through

I haven't been the best of men
Morality is an evolving thing
I can blame the times, I can blame the wigs
I can blame the things that we saw as kids
I'm a waster, darling, and I'll tell it straight
Put all my failures on a plate
She picks at them and doesn't chew
And spits them out for me to view

This place is full of poltergeists
And tonight I'll join them when I die