You look like you’ve seen a ghost

What do you want from the bar?

Two hands making shadows again

Wearing the gloves for an expensive car

Stop thinking about him

Because he sure isn’t thinking of you

Give the glass a chaos kiss

Tonight we crash in two

Yeah tonight we crash in two

In a blaze of malted fuzz

I’m a river of rush

Let’s carve a crazy path

Here I am, drinking myself back to Year Zero

It’s like some B-Movie set

Complete with screaming boards

You’re all out of tune with the moon cycle

Let’s spike each other; see what happens

Let’s mic up our thoughts

And broadcast them to each other

I’ve got a great reference from my last lover

In the fangs of the moonlight

You can flash your pass

If you’re going to drink me in

Would you mind getting a glass?

Now I’m back on the abandoned dirt track

Drinking myself back...

Back to Year Zero

You can’t step on un-stepped on terrain these days

I’m jacket, boots and long hair

I’m IPA, I’m the milk-tray man

If the milk-tray man was well into Kim Fowley

I’m in the catacombs of sex-bomb scares

Maybe we should runaway

Or maybe we should stay here sinking

Drinking ourselves back to Year Zero