Catatonic Skinbag - Blaenavon

What a rare occasion

Dinner alone was a crime

Until a strange sensation

When I asked if I could be your guy

I never said it’d be easy

I’m the last man I’d ever date

Always tired, lacking desire

To feel enough to start the day

What a drag, he’s a catatonic skinbag

What a drag, he’s a catatonic skinbag

Living can be simple

If you try your best to never try

What a lucky devil

Who reaps but never does his time

And everybody’s happy

When you’re the victim, I’m the crime

Who could fail, it’s easy as braille

If you just read between the lines

What a drag, he’s a catatonic skinbag

What a drag, he’s a catatonic skinbag

What a drag, he’s a catatonic skinbag

What a drag, he’s a catatonic skinbag

January has come

But I wish he’d knock

If I liked to spend my evenings in darkness I’d go to betting shop

And put it all on red

And crawl back into bed

Find a series brainlessly easy

And drink 'til I’ve a lolling head

Melt away in sheets

Warm from all the sweat

Dream I’m famous, wake up shameless

And sore from a night of regret

Ah-h, fuck

What a drag, he’s a catatonic skinbag

What a drag, he’s a catatonic skinbag

What a drag, he’s a catatonic skinbag

What a drag, he’s a catatonic skinbag

Catatonic skinbag

Catatonic skinbag