Spending nights on carpets Like the new La Brea tar pits Fell from grace with those who say who gets into bed Counting foreign hours Here like Francis Gary Powers Trying to face the charges with the face of regret And build new wealth systems based on cigarettes I'm polite when crumbling And I'm nice when I want something I don't make a move before I know who would see Pull my leash up tightly Get upset with me so rightly Something here is wrong, I'm all for saying it's me I'm all for looking nice for company We don't smoke We don't even smoke There isn't even a haze of good excuses in the room We don't die We don't even die We let Osiris in Egypt drag our suitcase through the gloom We don't think this frozen Spite is what we would have chosen Circumstances pulled us from our nature as friends But this is home, this is where we spend weekends