She could never ever ever ever ever ever ever get it into her thick head So when pretending ends shell have scattered her friends And she'll find she'll wake up dead There's no card above receivers Still its all so remote Behind the bench at the rec Where she lost fifty notes (she says) I used to have a future But now I don't know Just dependence and repentance and a ready-brek glow Just put your money in Bruised and battered shins You fucking love it You fucking love it Back on your feet again Out on the beat again, You fucking love it Yeah yeah yeah Drunk as a skunk Lean as a dean Always the same Since she was thirteen You want it You lame duck You want it Youre out of luck You've always been a seedy fuck So whats it gonna be? Just put your money in Bruised and battered shins You fucking love it You fucking love it Back on your feet again Out on the beat again, You fucking love it Yeah yeah yeah When you boil it down We descend from clowns to dogs Just put your money in Bruised and battered shins You fucking love it You fucking love it Back on your feet again Out on the beat again, You fucking love it Yeah yeah yeah When you boil it down We descend from clowns to dogs By Gumo //Montevideo-Uruguay\\