Swear I left me phone on the table,
Probably her ringing again,
We’re going to sort things through at last…
Mad to leave a full glass, and drinks on the house!
This is living, me and the boys.
Leave it on the bar...I’m off for a smoke.
God me nerves are in bits, I’m dying for a smoke.
With heavy heart and hand I lay the table.
We talked of kids, he wanted boys.
He won’t be home again.
Still stuck inside this dusty house,
He’s had his chance, this was his last.
I’m cleaned out, better make this last,
Here, have you anymore smokes?
What’s her problem anyway...a house is a house is a house.
Me head weighs a tonne, lay it on the cold table,
The electrics gone unpaid again
This isn’t the life I imagined when I was a boy.
I can see him now, ‘big man’ with the boys,
The bars are closing, why is he always last?
Painful decisions made, I eat alone again.
Dinner burnt black, a room full of smoke,
Cards laid flat on the table,
It takes more than bricks and mortar to build a house.
Kids? Who’d rear kids in such a house?
Sure it’s early yet, rack them up boys!
Dinner stone cold upon the table,
I deserve a drink, stone cold sober since Sunday last.
Look at the state of me, baggy eyeballs black as smoke
There’s the bleeding phone again.
I’ve warned him time and time again!
Does he really think I won’t leave this house?
I remember the blue-eyed boy bumming a smoke…
The man who thinks he’s still a boy.
No regard for me, ‘if you’re not first you’re last’
Two uneven legs make a rocky table.
Never again will I eat alone in this house
The eternal boy is free at last
When the smoke clears I’ll lay my own table.