Keep a Clean Nose

In the ashtray city where I built my home And Mum says "son will you come back home" When I rolled up papers to inflict the drone And Gus sits by and says "you have to know" And I let go of your hot sweet hand And you turned back say I'm a weird man And I tear through bottles cause I'm a damage fan And I don't feel good despite the power of prayer 'Cause it's all waste, yea it's all wasted what, on a hair do? On a hair do? Yea it's all waste, it's all wasted what, on a drunk boy? In a band boy? In the ashtray city's better hot than cold And if I knew better I'd say I'm feeling old And if there's one thing the march of time has told It's the sex feels better held in the arms of love 'Cause it's all waste, yea it's all wasted what, on a hair do? On a hair do? Yea it's all waste, it's all wasted what, on a drunk boy? In a band boy? What if my head stops getting Blood to think What if her hands stop holding mine And what if her lips stop touching mine And what if her eyes stop looking Out for me What if her heart stops giving Itself to me In the ashtray city where I built my home And Mum says "son don't you come back home" And I roll up papers to inflict the drone And Gus sits by and says "you have to know"