Bobbing For Apples (from "Live in London" album)

Bobbing for apples in Somalia
The man with the iron curtain is following you
No one's coming for tea time
Except my own holy ghost

You're somewhere far
Probably drinking a whiskey
I'm dating Jack Daniels, and Caleb's with Miss Nicky Tine
Nachos with cocoa hey, to each his own

Lovely people, lovely places
I can't remember names and I can't remember faces
Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs

Hey, light fixture, you are much too bright
Oh, won't you stay with me through the night
Just grab a pillow tight
And wait for the dizziness to pass

Rock and roll, you ate my soul
You sucked dry my bones but you spit out my mole
I'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end

Lovely people, lovely places
Drunken faces, slurring their phrases
I'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end

You so jealous, I'm so lonely
You'll never forgive me but I love you only
I'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end

You so jealous, I'm so lonely
You'll never forgive me but I love you only

Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs
Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs
Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs
Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs
Someone next door's fucking to one of my to one of my songs
Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs