Poltergeists

This is where I make my stand In the corner of the hotel room with the receiver in one hand Holdin' on to the waning sound Of a crackled voice on a dodgy line With a stomach full of piss-cheap wine It's one last drink to sink with you Before these fuckers run me through I haven't been the best of men Morality is an evolving thing I can blame the times, I can blame the wigs I can blame the things that we saw as kids I'm a waster darling, and I'll tell it straight Put all my failures on a plate Shе picks at them and doesn't chew And spits thеm out for me to view This place is full of poltergeists And tonight, I'll join them when I die