One & Four - Cheap Girls

You won’t see me walking out of any door

We can only make a killing if our clouded heads stop

We stay rehearsing numbers one and four

And it always just leads to me repeating/singing

«Where did you come from?

Where did you go?»

And I lost a lot of love to pills and cigarettes

'cause they always fill the gaps til there is no room left

I thought I’d learn a lesson but my mind kept sleeping

And it always just leads me to repeating/singing

«Where did you come from?

Where did you go?»

I’ll mess my head forevermore

And my whole life feels like living in a constant confessional

I’m too goddamn confessional