Tanking out at quarter to four

Tina's on the candy-canes says she doesn't drink anymore

Spanking out at quarter past four

You've got to take some time out of your life, are you sure?

I watch the trash bake

I stare into space I see nothing

I fell on my face I felt nothing

Times the kind of thing we erase

Aaron's got rare boots again says he's gonna kick through the walls

Times the kind of thing we chase until we run out

Face it you're a mess you're a waste

I watch the trash bake

I stare into space I see nothing

I fell on my face I felt nothing

I keep hearing voices calling my name

I keep hearing voices calling my name

Sproatley's about ten miles away mate

But Teddy's got a Corsa and of course he'll stop for beers on the way

Jennie lives of glycerine paste because she says it's low in calories, likes the taste

I watch the trash bake

I stare into space I see nothing

I fell on my face I felt nothing

I keep hearing voices calling my name

I keep hearing voices calling my name

I keep hearing voices calling my name

I keep hearing voices calling my name

Has my luck come in?

Or has it stopped?

They sent a crate of cigarettes

To the North

There's a quiet man

Inside everyone

They sent a crate of cigarettes

To the North

I keep hearing voices calling my name

What's my name?