Poltergeists

This is where I make my stand
In the corner of the hotel room with a receiver in one hand
Holdin on to the waning sound
Of a crackled voice on a dodgy line with a stomach full of piss- cheap wine
Theres one last drink to sink with you
Before these ****ers want me through

I havent been the best of men
Morality is an evolving thing
I can blame the time, I can blame the weeks
I can blame the things that we sowed as kids
Im a waster darling, and Ill tell it straight
With all my failures on a platе
She picks at them and doesnt chеw
And spits them out for me to view

This place is full of poltergeists
And tonight Ill join them when I die