Wish you could buy a ticket back
And the queers and the dykes and the kids in their box fresh Nikes
With all these moisturizers and the skin products he’s used
He checks it and it’s Jill who used to be his secretary
And stops to contemplate his wifes thighs as he does up his flies
On the orange lit street at the edge of the private car park
And he switches on the coffee machine
Past the plasma with the wide screen
And the cinema surround sound
And his phone beepin' out a text message in the same key
Somethin' will have to give
And the queers and the dykes and the kids in their box fresh Nikes
And his mouth feels as dry as his eyes as he struggles to rise
Across the new pine floorin' that’s plastic but looks real
Or why he’s broken more than all these promises kept
Before they started an affair and things began to get really scary
On rusty mountain bikes
And it's a face he knows well although it should look less abused
Keepin' it all inside of you
With the over painted pouts
Tryin' to recapture the rapture he used to get
Keepin' it all inside of you
But you lose your way in the way you live
He never knew how he got so out of his depth
Catches sight of his reflection in the silver surface sheen
Away from the shouts and the louts and the girls
Now he can hear wind chimes tinklin' out on the balcony
Now his wife Mary is gettin' weary of his lies
With the over painted pouts
From his material possessions and endless retail therapy sessions
Deliverin' rocks to the house across the street
That of course works like a dream
Somethin' will have to give
Away from the shouts and the louts and the girls
His sleeps now broken by these dreams of extra-marital activity
It doesn’t help that Jill’s now sayin' that she’s two weeks late
And he stops on his favorite spot by the window and looks down
Deliverin' rocks to the house across the street
But you lose your way in the way you live
As he moves through the kitchen, his homage to brushed steel
Like she’s read the whole sordid story in his eyes
Where his Audi TT is waitin' safely in the dark
And it’s been ages since he slept properly
He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to Ikea
And if you could you’ll take it back
He finds his slippers where he left them under the chair
Behind the two cups and an old copy of Marie Claire
Shoulda listened to what his dad said before he died
He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to Ikea
“The best things in life are the ones you can’t buy, son”
His mental state is really startin' to deteriorate
