Vārdi: Meryn Cadell. Joe Roth.

Voice like joke
breath like toke
I'm happy and I'm trapped again
You've shown up here to crash again.
breath like smoke
voice like toke
it's freezing cold, the door blows open,
there you are
until you ring their doorbell,
no one ever knows where you are
Joe Roth, you thankless little sloth
You know I need my money back
Sooner than later, I know you're just a waiter
and mostly you're waiting to stop.
Your duffle bag is dirty and your duffle coat is worse
I'm laughing 'cause you're darkening my doorway in a skirt
you bought on sale last summer, now it's ragged and it's baggy
I don't ask you why your haven't changed, I know you never will.
Isn't that just like you
How come everybody likes you
How come everybody rights you when you fall
Joe Roth, you thankless little sloth
You know I need my money back
Sooner than later, I know you're just a waiter
and mostly you're waiting to stop.
And the tattoo on your arm's a girl
who gave up on you years ago
The tattoo on your leg's a symbol that says
where there's fire smoke will follow
The tattoo on your chest's the one that I may never see;
if you ever shave your chest again,
be sure to come and find me.
Isn't that just like you
How come everybody likes you
How come everybody rights you when you fall
Joe Roth, you thankless little sloth
You know I need my money back
Sooner than later, I know you're just a waiter
and mostly you're waiting to stop.
Where you been Joe, oh just around
oh, just visiting the couches of your friends from long ago
Where you going Joe, oh you?re getting there slow honey
I miss when you?re gone, Joe, miss you when you go