Reverend & the Makers & Reverend & Makers Follow

I can't talk to you until I've had a few, it's a shame

A free ride on a guilt trip
She makes out like it's the fall of Rome
Nobody likes a martyr love, so leave it Martin Luther
I can see your dream's gone stale so I'm going home

Because I don't wanna die in the same hole I was born
And I don't wanna live if it's all been done before
And I don't wanna get married in the same church as you all
And I can't sleep in this bed with you any more

Because I don't talk to you until I've had a few, it's a shame
I can't talk to you until I've had a few, it's a shame

Now the peace talks have reached a deadlock
A unileralist would've walked away
Well you might have my body, but my mind's not yours for keepin
We can talk till we're blue, we've nothing left to say

Except I don't wanna die in the same hole I was born
And I don't wanna live if it's all been done before
And I don't wanna get married in the same church as you all
And I can't sleep in this bed with you any more

And I don't wanna die in the same hole I was born
(There's no soap in a dirty war)
And I don't wanna live if it's all been done before
(There's no soap in a dirty war)
And I don't wanna get married in the same church as you all
(There's no soap in a dirty war)
And I can't sleep in this bed with you any more

I can't talk to you until I've had a few, it's a shame