Plainclothes Man Heatmiser

You’re everybody’s second home
Always trying to get me alone
An easy way to lose it all
Always there when all else fails
Over by the west side rails

But I don’t really need that now
I never really did anyhow
I only really needed alcohol
Something that’ll treat me okay
And wouldn’t say the things you’d say

Please turn out the light
I get a sick confusion headache trying to figure out who’s right

Dreaming on the silver strand
Waking up to Plainclothes Man
You little bastard, little boy in blue
Someone’s gonna get to you
And fuck up everything you do

Some European son
Who’s furious with everyone
And thinks he’ll win you with his angry kiss
Acting like he has no needs
Wanting you to watch him bleed