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Anti everything (live in Richard Rogers' doorways)
I care nothing (lives at the bottom of your strung-out conscience)
Except mescaline (take the day off, it's cheap for cider)
I pay for sex in sleeping bags
I smell you on me
Phased out of your life
You're no different from me
I tell you anti-everything (love him and hate him both at the same time)
I care nothing (lives at the bottom of your strung-out conscience)
Except mescaline (take the day off, it's cheap for cider)
Find a place where you can rest
Your sleepy head and won't get pissed with me
Find a place where you can rest
Your sleepy head and won't get pissed with me