Poltergeists

This is where I make my stand

In the corner of the hotel room with a receiver in one hand

Holdin' on to the waning sound

Of a crackled voice on a dodgy line with a stomach full of piss-cheap wine

There's one last drink to sink with you

Before these ****ers want me through

I haven't been the best of men

Morality is an evolving thing

I can blame the time, I can blame the weeks

I can blame the things that we sowed as kids

I'm a waster darling, and I'll tell it straight

With all my failures on a platе

She picks at them and doesn't chеw

And spits them out for me to view

This place is full of poltergeists

And tonight I'll join them when I die