Lyrics:

Nobody tells you. You end up knowing Bad habits: you should sleep alone Open to suggestions, is that the way you feel? 'Cos you're the voice of experience, every word You choose sweet stolen info' you must never lose Until you're so secure in your habitat familiar But you won't want from me There's nothing else to see Try smoking your own and don't look at me. No need to explain it, just order dresses Bad habits: you really shouldn't keep. Quick nip next door to the vendor of charisma Because the time, the place and the mood is right And good old Kevin'll be all right Here comes ''His Soul