You look like you’ve seen a ghost
What do you want from the bar?
Two hands making shadows again
Wearing the gloves for an expensive car
Stop thinking about him
Because he sure isn’t thinking of you
Give the glass a chaos kiss
Tonight we crash in two
Yeah tonight we crash in two
In a blaze of malted fuzz
I’m a river of rush
Let’s carve a crazy path

Here I am, drinking myself back to Year Zero
It’s like some B-Movie set
Complete with screaming boards
You’re all out of tune with the moon cycle
Let’s spike each other; see what happens
Let’s mic up our thoughts
And broadcast them to each other
I’ve got a great reference from my last lover
In the fangs of the moonlight
You can flash your pass
If you’re going to drink me in
Would you mind getting a glass?
Now I’m back on the abandoned dirt track
Drinking myself back...
Back to Year Zero

You can’t step on un-stepped on terrain these days
I’m jacket, boots and long hair
I’m IPA, I’m the milk-tray man
If the milk-tray man was well into Kim Fowley
I’m in the catacombs of sex-bomb scares
Maybe we should runaway
Or maybe we should stay here sinking
Drinking ourselves back to Year Zero