He's got a fire in his belly
I could never tell him
I'm the one who's always getting the blame
Now we have removed the bottle
I'm teething and I'm tired
Everything is just as it was, the same
Everything is just as it was, the same
A cravings quiet but it's plenty
I stop and count to twenty
Twenty of the worst things that I can think
Twenty of the worst things that I can think
Twenty of the worst things that I can think


The playgrounds silent and it's empty
The locals soon forget me
I don't have the skill for playing your game
The priest sings in the hope and ruin
The drunkard starts to boo him
Propping up the gossip and his good name
Propping up the gossip and his good name
The shame is awesome but its fleeting
Gets seen to with a beating
Half the clergy came to hear the man sing
Half the clergy came to hear the man sing
Half the clergy came to hear the man sing

They're laying flowers by the bus stop
Some poor old junkie's lucks up
Took a man and woman on the same day
His right leg shorter than the other
The second eldest brother
Goes to see his mother every Sunday
Goes to see his mother every Sunday
He wrote a song for Elvis Presley
But Elvis never heard it
Whistling an old tune as the bell rings
Whistling an old tune as the bell rings
Whistling an old tune as the bell rings


He's got a fire in his belly
I could never tell him
I'm the one who's always getting the blame
Now we have removed the bottle
I'm teething and I'm tired
Everything is just as it was, the same
Everything is just as it was, the same
A cravings quiet but it's plenty
I stop and count to twenty
Twenty of the worst things that I can think
Twenty of the worst things that I can think
Twenty of the worst things that I can think