The Stinking Mattress

He lived a life of plenty 'til they fired him from his job
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Ah, they didn't give him reason when they smacked him in the gob
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)

He'll now begin his drinking in morning everyday
Shoving it down his throat to beat the band, he's swigging away
He's skimming along the days and pissing about in disarray
And he'll spend his nights on a stinking mattress

Hanging around the corner by the supermarket door
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Ah, he's begging away for money, and he's dropping it on the floor
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)

Saving away the pennies for another bottle of beer
Sniveling on about the way he lost a good career
Giving it loads and loads about the life he's living in fear
Now he spends his nights on a stinking mattress here

(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)

(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)



Credits
Writer(s): Brendan David Sheehy, Karin Elisabet Ullvin, Christopher Ken Inoue Svedhammer, Daniel Petri, Filip Burgman, Johan Sand
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