Lyrics:

Debt collectors chasing me up (?)
In turn for wasting your luck (?)
I've got a fear of getting somewhere
And where I just don't know
Bad luck getting me down
A gathering of soulless clowns
I’ve got myself a habit I’m never gonna kick
But I can see where its gonna end
When I was young
I was taught a little song
I only ever sing it
When things are going horribly wrong
It goes take a trip to the beach (?)
To see the master plan, a baby hyena and an olive branch (?)
Stick it all in a fruit blender
With some mottos and some lovers and a vintage fender
And just to make sure you never wake up
From 25 years in an office job
Other people meet (?)
But if I get a little something I can sleep
Other people meet (?)
But I just need a little something to wear to sleep
Other people weep (?)
But if I get a little something I can sleep
She'd made it perfectly clear
She didn't want me anywhere near
An empty flat with the heater full on
So why do i feel so cold?
I keep expecting her to walk through the door
The old coat not on the floor
I've last read a beautiful thing in this book (?)
I think that I might just turn in
When I was young
I was taught a little song
Which I only ever use
When things are going horribly wrong
I need two soft arms to hold me tight
From the demons that haunt me in the middle of the night
Beautiful grass and a bottle of light
I can't go to sleep in the dark
This pesky tape recorder tried to sleep in the light (?)
Cause you never ever know how you’re gonna get flown (?)
I’ve gone to sleep …weren’t/ wear it in bed (?)
I keep it inside my head
Other people read
I just need a little something to make me sleep
Other people read
But if I get my little something I can sleep