Guess I got sick of being lonely, sick of fucking around.
Wish I had a fast fading memory-wish I wasn't allowed.

Oh, I want an idea who he's gonna be, the star of an industry.
Oh, upon the shooting star, reaching in between the bars.
Should've known I was never gonna see him again.

Deep-throat sweet-talk guy got a number to dial, sweet Alistair Chestnut.
I know, I know, I'll fade away in a while, sweet Alistair Chestnut.
Who said "trust the taste they like", Salem Smoke, on the steps to the basement?
Totally wasted the best of mine to choke 'cause Alistair's taking up.

He came and stood in front of me, told me I was lovely.
Oh, pardoned all and asked him more, pulled him in and locked the door-
Should've known I was never gonna see you again.

Deep-throat sweet-talk guy got a number to dial, sweet Alistair Chestnut.
I know, I know, I'll fade away in a while, sweet Alistair Chestnut.
Who said "trust the taste they like", Salem Smoke, on the steps to the basement?
Totally wasted the best of mine to choke 'cause Alistair's taking up.