Grounds for Divorce

I’ve been working on a cocktail called «Grounds For Divorce»
Whoah
Polishing a compass that I hold in my sleeve
Whoah
Down comes him on sticks but then he kicks like a horse
Whoah
There’s a Chinese cigarette case and the rest you can keep
and the rest you can keep
and the rest you can keep
There’s a hole in my neighborhood
down which of late I cannot help but fall
There’s a hole in my neighborhood
down which of late I cannot help but fall
Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid
There’s this whispering of jokers doing «Flesh by the Pound»
To a chorus of supporters from the little town halls
There’ll be twisted karaoke at the Aniseed Lounge
And I’ll bring you further roses but it does you no good
and it does me no good
and it does you no good
There’s a hole in my neighborhood
down which of late I cannot help but fall
There’s a hole in my neighborhood
down which of late I cannot help but fall
There’s a hole in my neighborhood
down which of late I cannot help but fall
Someday we’ll be drinking with the seldom seen kid