Lyrics:

Poets problem, patron saint
Puts me in the place I'm in
Passions letter, poison pen
On these two things, I can depend
Who will write your number, that's not all
I will not be there, when you call
I think I'll do do a line and then again

Dirty dealers, 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

Who will write your number, that's not all
I will not be there, when you call
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