Texty: Fratellis. Costello Music. Doginabag.

Well, you got so good you live for the action
Used to be a husband now you got yourself some satisfaction
A doginabag and a bone
But you're lost in the rain, 21 million miles from home

You got brand new shoes, a healthy fixation
Atomic heart and a two for one education
You're breaking my heart all the way
With your doginabag I need your madness just to get through the day

[Incomprehensible] clock too hot to sleep
A rotten taste in my mouth and my eyes are deep
There's nothing much really going on out here
I'm holding on for dear life and one more beer

I guess you could say it's a sick little show
A bottle of troubles and a bed full of woe
It's easy to see without looking too far
You have to be a saint to be as sick as you are

Half the world's asleep, the rest of them are dreaming
God forbid if you forget to close the door as you're leaving
I hate to see you in a bind

With your doginabag sleeping next to your ridiculous mind
With a doginabag sleeping next to your ridiculous mind
With a doginabag sleeping next to your ridiculous mind