Dialling 911

Crime of the century
Call St. Paul, I'm going home
Just hand me my crutch
Ten bucks say I'll make it alone

This ain't the first time
That I've been flat on my back
Looks like I'm out of cigarettes
And the strain has made me crack

Stranded at an airport
Screen up front says I've missed my flight
Stomach's grumbling
Must be time I grab a bite

This ain't the first time
That I've been a hungry dog
Down to my last spare change
Can hardly breathe with all this smog

Better buy the dye
My grey roots have started to show
People shave their heads
I just pretend I do not know

This ain't the first time
That I've lied about my age
Just remember to wake me up
Once you reached that stage

Switch off the TV
I think I've seen this movie before
Take my word, it's a lousy bore
And I can't fake it anymore

This makes no sense
Come on, explain how can it be
Everybody loves my car
But nobody wants me

This ain't the first time
My heart's broke in two
Call out my trusty barman
Yeah, he'll know what to do

No one in the world
Prefers a punch to a kiss
Still every time I come around
Everyone acts like I don't exist

This ain't the first time
I've come to hate myself
All these VIPs right here
Make me wish I was someone else

Switch off the radio
I'm sure I've hear this song before
Bring back memories that leave me sore
Now I can't sing it anymore

For every reason
You might find for me to stay
I'll give ten million
Why I should fly away

This ain't the first time
I've spent more than I could afford
Send my mom the best birthday wishes
Don't tell her I'm in a morgue



Credits
Writer(s): Charles J. Attard, Frank Buhagiar
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