[Verse 1]Sitting in a mess still undressedAs the kettle whistle blowsPaperback novelette still openAnd the door is closed[Pre-Chorus]You got a real sick mindYou write a column for The TimesFor all the lovers gone blindWho are looking for a sign[Chorus]And when the night is overAnd the drugs are goneAll you've got is your four leaf cloverYou keep inside your coatAnd when the night is overAnd the drugs are goneYou feel the world is getting colderYou got no one to hold[Verse 2]Six pages down and she's lighting upHer trainwreck soulShe was abandoned by her loverLeft by the roadSo apalling, scrawling those bullshit wordsIt's thirsty workShe'll stumble down to the boozerJust to have a flirt[Pre-Chorus]You got a real sick mindYou write a column for The TimesFor all the lovers gone blindWho are looking for a sign[Chorus]And when the night is overAnd the drugs are goneAll you've got is your four leaf cloverYou keep inside your coatAnd when the night is overAnd the drugs are goneYou feel the world is getting colderYou got no one to holdYou got no one to hold[Bridge]You got a real sick mindYou got a real sick mind[Chorus]And when the night is overAnd the drugs are goneAll you've got is a four leaf cloverYou keep inside your coatAnd when the night is overAnd the drugs are goneYou feel the world is getting colderYou got no one to hold[Outro]You got no one to holdYou got no one to holdYou got no one to hold
