The First Time

Call it the first time

Call it the last time

Call me a dead guy

For dredging up pastimes

Gone your own way now

Nothing to say now

Still mouthing your name though

Ten years to the day now

Call it the first time

Call it the last time

Call me a deadbeat

For slicing up dead meat

Gone your own way now

Nothing to say now

Still mouthing your name though

Ten years to the day now

Your boyfriend of choice was older than me

Your slip-ons were parked underneath the settee

I'd got no right to be making a call

As I walked home that night

Eleven feet tall

We were torturing stories

Dissecting the scene

From The Power and the Glory

By Graham Greene

Shall we cut to the chase?

That's what you said

With your mother barely asleep overhead

Call it the first time

Call it the last time

Call me a dead guy

For dredging up pastimes

Gone your own way now

Nothing to say now

Still mouthing your name though

Ten years to the day now

Call it the first time

Call it the last time

Call me a deadbeat

For slicing up dead meat

Gone your own way now

Nothing to say now

Still mouthing your name though

Ten years to the day now

Did you marry that chump

With the fags and the cash

And the clapped-out Ford

And the copper's moustache?

Did he ever twig that a bare-faced boy

Had stolen at dusk through the gates of Troy?

Found some hair and some bubblegum

And a telephone number that plays it dumb

And the beautifully filthy word that you wrote

In purple ink on a post-it note

Call it the first time

Call it the last time

Call me a dead guy

For dredging up pastimes

Gone your own way now

Nothing to say now

Still mouthing your name though

Ten years to the day now

Call it the first time

Call it the last time

Call me a deadbeat

For slicing up dead meat

Gone your own way now

Nothing to say now

Still mouthing your name though

Ten years to the day now