Bullfighter

As you hunch over your gin and dribble on your shirt
don't get hurt, before it gets better it'll get worse
fall out of the wine bar, raise the white flag
leap up and sing, I'm sorry about the state I'm in
Toreador! In the night no more
work's shit, what the hell, on the run, break the spell
everything's alright, run, run...
My bones just break and crumble
Get a job, workaway! Workaway!
Get your desserts and runaway! Runaway!
I want to drive my capri into the library
I want to leap up and sing, just a moment, sorry about the state I'm in
Ole! Cut up another chicken, living like a bum, what the hell, on the run
OK run if you want, while there's still homes to run to
my bones just want to break and crumble
The sun sets over the plaza, the cleaners wave their brooms at the matadors
"Go home! Go home!"
My head aches, my arms shake, the earth quakes
and it's too late, too late, it's hopeless, where's the gin?
I hope that I didn't start anything
Turn over in your sleep, hide in the sheets, it's hopeless, where's the gin?
Save me! I'll take part in anything
Do as you please!
Get to sixty, hit me! Snagged out, shifty
broken Brain of Britain, I won what I wanted and it's ok
win whatever you want, there's still people to turn to
but my bones just want to crumble