Grounds for Divorce

Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid I’ve been working on a cocktail called “Grounds For Divorce” Polishing a compass that I hold in my sleep Doubt comes in on sticks, but then he kicks like a horse 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 neighbourhood Down which of late I cannot help but fall There’s a hole in my neighbourhood 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 supposes from the little town whores There’ll be twisted karaoke at the Aniseed Lounge And I’d 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 neighbourhood Down which of late I cannot help but fall There’s a hole in my neighbourhood Down which of late I cannot help but fall There’s a hole in my neighbourhood Down which of late I cannot help but fall Someday we’ll be drinking with the seldom seen kid