Handcuffed to the telephone
It's not easy to get free
Only thing that's learned
Is nothing's learned from history
She came to fetch her things
With the better man
Like a re-run B-film
Death on the installment plan
Time to take your medicine
Let's consecrate this bottle
Here's to her and here's to him
Here's to tomorrow...
Time to take your medicine
Let's consecrate this bottle
Here's to her and here's to him
Here's to tomorrow...
You can't go on but you'll go on
Waiting for the next
To cauterize your open wound
You prisoner of love and sex
(Lyrics by Stirling Bennett)