Old peeling paint and calendar girls
They might offend but the light doesn’t work
Just pour me a coffee and spare me your views on the world
Go on and check if the new guy will bleed
But I’ll fight you first if you ever touch me
Please don’t assume that the ride that I got here was free
Contraband cigarettes, an old Lenin badge
Maybe they envy the lives that we have
I’ll just sleep out the night shift from all of the vodka I had
And I hand out the prizes as the sun starts to rise
And the only thing red are the whites of my eyes
These were moments in time but for some there the rest of their lives
