Lyrics:

Poet's problem, patron's sin, puts me in the place i'm in. Passion's letter, poison pen, on these two things i can depend. You will write your number, that's not all. I will not be there when you call. I think i'll do a line and then again... Dirty dealer's school of thought. An armchair for the strength you've lost. The tv set's been on all night. You were wrong and i was right. You will write your number on the wall. I will not be there when you call. I think i'll do a line and then again...