Joed Out

It's ten o'clock in the afternoon
You better come by here soon
Or I'll go out of my mind
The winter's been unkind
Some idiot untied all five [?]

Don't do anything important, she said
With anybody else
They fuck it up for you, my friend
But on your bed
I'll touch your hair
Your hair is as soft
As the fox fur you wear
And my head feels sweet again (oh)

Sitting here sculling wine
And I'm smoking all the time now
It's hard living your life on a knife edge
You either cut your feet
And die where you bleed
Or fall off the edge

Don't do anything important, she said
With anybody else
They fuck it up for you, my friend
But on your bed
I'll touch your hair
Your hair is as soft
As the fox fur you wear
And my head feels sweet again (oh)