She's not a bitch, she's not a slut,
But she says she is both,
That was a statement but it's just her indignation,
She wants a band to be the antithesis of everything,
Secretly revealing what's appealing to me
She can play drums which was once good enough for me,
Now her picture's in the paper and everything,
And I missed the wedding, I don't think she expected me,
But I saw the picture with the family
Don't spend the night,
Don't start a fight,
Nothing's gonna be all right,
Don't spend the night,
Don't start a fight,
Nothing's gonna be all right
She sends me a postcard I'll stare at for a week,
Maybe lacking content but the gesture is sweet,
I don't like the record though I'll never tell her lies,
(Blue?) amongst the truth when I write a letter
She said she loved the sea and I'm not surprised,
Our old apartment looked like something out of the decline,
She's getting on with life,
I know she'll be all right,
Just one of many stars in the night
Don't spend the night,
Don't start a fight,
Nothing's gonna be all right,
Don't spend the night,
Don't start a fight,
Nothing's gonna be all right
Nothing's gonna be all right,
Nothing's gonna be all right
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- Miscellaneous
- Quetzalcoatl
- She Has No Control
- Open Road: The Allied Years (1992–1997)
- Nostalgic for Nothing
- J Church / Storm the Tower - Split EP
- How to Be Punk, Volume 1
- Return of the Read Menace
- The Precession of Simulacra - The Map Preceeds the Territory
- Five Years on the Streets
- Yellow, Blue and Green
- Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
- One Mississippi
- The Drama of Alienation
- Mailorder is FUN!
- Arbor Vitae
- The Year of the Rat
- Prophylaxis
- Analysis, Yes, Very Nice
- Society Is a Carnivorous Flower