Lipstick On Chipforks

This party's full of angry young men
Standing nervous
With confidence issues
Ill advised tattoos
And shiny new training shoes
They put the men in menstruation
Lose their thread of concentration
To nefarious thoughts of penetration
Just cos a girl down the chippy
Is wearing bright red lippy
When they get tipsy
Good god it's a pity

And everyone lies to each other
Everyone sleeps together
Everyone avoids one another
Everyone grows up

This party's full of neurotic girls
Standing nervous
With low self esteem
Gang of Four LPs
And audacious dreams
They feel so unspectacular
With their goddam Holden vernacular
Chattin breeze to pass the time
Between cigs and forecourt wine
Cos they aint got nothing better to do
Their insides are all bruised
It's a losers' world, so they lose

And everyone lies to each other
Everyone sleeps together
Everyone avoids one another
Everyone grows up

This party is intimidating me
Standing nervous
With my home cut hair
And Primark underwear
Like a legless Fred Astaire
These situations make me feel ugly and dehumanised
Like a soldier
They make me feel ten years older
So I'm standing in the corner
Getting drunk but wishing I was drunker
Chattin to someone else's mate
Hopin to die

And everyone lies to each other
Everyone sleeps together
Everyone avoids one another
Everyone grows up

And all that remains is...
A half empty bottle of port
And lipstick on chipforks
Lying on the lino floor