He reuses the verse melody from the previous album's "Dirty Little Religion", the topics of the verses are all over the place, and he packs too many words into one line (goes to show...) and too few in another (it's pretty hard to find), and rhymes "Henley Regatta" with "Persona non grata", but gets away with it all as only he could.
But let's talk about you for a minute
With the vomit at yr gullet
From a half bottle of vodka that we'd stolen from the optic
On the back seat in yr car, because it wasn't safe to start it
You were "far too fucked to drive", were the words that you imparted
And the woolen dress that clung so tight to the contours of your body
And the dead grass stuck to fibers from us rolling in the lay-by
Were passed to dog-haired blankets
That protected the bench seat covers
And a crucifix was hung from rear view mirror by yr mother
I'm leaving my body to science, not medical but physics
Drag my corpse through the airport and lay me limp on the left wing
Drop me at the highest point and trace a line around the dent I leave in the ground
That'll be the initial of the one you'll marry now I'm not around
I flew for seven hours, the sky didn't once go black
I wake from sleep, my head and shoulder, wet against the window
A frost had formed and melted, soaked me right through to my collarbone
If you were given the option of dying painlessly in peace at 45
But with a lover at yr side, after a full and happy life
Is this something that would interest you?
Would this interest you at all?
With the vomit at yr gullet
From a half bottle of vodka that we'd stolen from the optic
On the back seat in yr car, because it wasn't safe to start it
You were "far too fucked to drive", were the words that you imparted
And the woolen dress that clung so tight to the contours of your body
And the dead grass stuck to fibers from us rolling in the lay-by
Were passed to dog-haired blankets
That protected the bench seat covers
And a crucifix was hung from rear view mirror by yr mother
I'm leaving my body to science, not medical but physics
Drag my corpse through the airport and lay me limp on the left wing
Drop me at the highest point and trace a line around the dent I leave in the ground
That'll be the initial of the one you'll marry now I'm not around
I flew for seven hours, the sky didn't once go black
I wake from sleep, my head and shoulder, wet against the window
A frost had formed and melted, soaked me right through to my collarbone
If you were given the option of dying painlessly in peace at 45
But with a lover at yr side, after a full and happy life
Is this something that would interest you?
Would this interest you at all?
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But let's talk about you for a minute With the vomit in your gullet From the half bottle of vodka That we'd stolen from the optic In the backseat of your car Because it wasn't safe to start it You were far too fucked to drive Were the words that you imparted And the Waterloo dress, well it clung so tight To the contours of your body And the dead grass stuck to fibres from us Rolling in the lay-by We're past a dog head blanket That protected the bench seat cover And a crucifix was hung from rearview mirror by your mother
I'm leaving my body to science Not medical, but physics Drag my corpse to the airport Lay me limp on the left wing Drop me at the highest point And trace a line around The dent I leave in the ground That'll be the initial of the one you marry Now I'm not around I flew for seven hours The sky didn't once go black
I wake from sleep My head and shoulder wet against the window A frost had thawed, then melted Soaked me right through to my collarbone If you were given the option of dying painlessly in peace at 45 But with a lover at your side After a full and happy life Is this something that would interest you? Would this interest you at all?