Rid Of Her

My bad deeds and misdemeanours
Course through me
everytime I sleep
Next to you
Bowled over in a back street
Trying to glue myself together again
Like I was before
Mmm mmm it’s just a flesh wound

Her face appears like a political statement
All angles fumbling for a foothold
I never wanted her
But I can’t get rid of her

Blind sided, hung over
‘cause I tried to flush her out of my frame
Blind sided, mm mm blitzkrieged
I could never do it in the cold light of day
I dried up two years ago
Now I’ve nothing but a few stray sentiments

Her face appears like a political statement
All angles fumbling for a foothold
I never wanted her
But I can’t get rid of her

She ends on uptones, flies her flag
Wears her bloodline, like a military badge
Why do I feel just like your Ted Hughes
I don’t know what’s coming
Don’t know which tone
Don’t know which tone
to use

I’m an upstanding young citizen
Bystanding in my own show
Try not to think about it
Try not to think about it
I want a weapon that will cleanse my soul
I want a weapon that will cleanse my soul

Her face appears like a political statement
All angles fumbling for a foothold
I never wanted her
But I can’t get rid of her