Petrolhead

When
September lasts
For two hours
The clash
Of glasses
Crumbs
In your [?]

A glass [?] super-soaker
Entertain me
As the clock
Ticks off
The pennies

Ballpoint precision
Ink on the back of your hand
Words you should've lived by
'Fumar mata'

Slow, no motion
Petrolhead
Don't say things you can't take back

Do you understand?
Jackpot
The bottom of the bottle
Of glory
Hayfever sufferer

Sips 'a water
Panic in the cellar
Deep breaths on kegs
But red rum won't run
If it couldn't hear the gun

Slow, no motion
Petrolhead
Don't say things you can't take back

The pest, with a bad back
Thе expert of knowing
Ale was chеaper than telling his kids
He loved 'em

Now, at Christmas
Do they notice
One less
Gift
Of a half-hearted
[?]

Slow, no motion
Petrolhead
Don't say things you can't take back

When hands drank the soap
Flies refresh your breath
I'm fitter than a butcher's dog
Fitter than a butcher's dog
Fitter than a butcher's dog
Fitter than a butcher's dog
Fitter than a butcher's dog
Fitter than a butcher's dog