Calm Him Down

From a sordid hobby, to a dying art

It used to calm him down

Now he can't keep count

Another one that's wasted - could've been your son

She used to come around

Now it's all but drowned out

By the stale glow from the night stand

"Sing for the camera" till you can't stand it

Pop it open, palm to the morning

Stain on the fabric of moral magic

Feeling that it can't hurt

Seeing that it won't work

With a chaste young body that he chased away

She used to come around

He's better off without it

(instrumental break)

Switch on the mirror, you see yourself

Dangling at arm's length, like someone else

You've been unmasked, hero,

And you won't last the day

Among the pile of empties is a brand new star

So used to falling down

So cradled by the sound of

Throwing up while corporate idols sing for the camera

She couldn't stand them

Switch it off - no kick it over

Would be too much effort and how you miss it

Everything here is cursed -

All of it reeks of her