Bobbing For Apples

Bobbing for apples in Somalia The man with the iron curtain is following you No one's coming for tea-time Except my own holy ghost You're somewhere far, probably drinking a whiskey I dating jack daniel's and caleb—with miss nicky—tea, Nachos with cocoa—hey, to each his own Lovely people, lovely places I can't remember names and I can't remember faces Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs Hey, light fixture, you are much too bright Oh, won't you stay with me through the night Just grab a pillow tight And wait for the dizziness to pass Rock and roll, you ate my soul You sucked dry my bones but you spit out my mole I'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end Lovely people, lovely places Drunken faces, slurring their phrases I'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end You so jealous, I'm so lonely You'll never forgive me but I love you only I'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end You so jealous, I'm so lonely You'll never forgive me but I love you only Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs Someone next door's fucking to one of my One of my So-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-aww Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs