Vomit On the Soles of Her Shoes

Well don't make me go to town on a Friday night
I just can't bring myself to toe that line
It's just an endless parade of women walking pigeon toed
Dresses the wrong size with an orange glow
And there will surely be some douche who'll wanna punch me in the head
For being in his sights while drunk and depressed
And then I'll trundle back home dispirited through darkened streets
Vomit on the soles of my feet

And I'll get home I won't sleep
I'll think about who rejected me
Die a bit every time
Lose my faith in all of mankind

So now you want to make me go to town again tonight
I'd rather put a needle through my eye
All those endless queues of women walking pigeon toed
Will be there once again fresh orange glow
And there's a sadness there sure nestled not far underneath
A desperation I recognise in me
So why put yourself through this kind of torment every week
It's a little masochistic don't you think

'Cause you'll get home you won't sleep
You'll think about those fucking creeps
Die a bit every time
Lose your faith in all of mankind