Lyrics:

Nobody tells you. You end up knowingBad habits: you should sleep aloneOpen to suggestions, is that the way you feel?'Cos you're the voice of experience, every wordYou choose sweet stolen info' you must never loseUntil you're so secure in your habitat familiarBut you won't want from meThere's nothing else to seeTry smoking your own and don't look at me.No need to explain it, just order dressesBad habits: you really shouldn't keep.Quick nip next door to the vendor of charismaBecause the time, the place and the mood is rightAnd good old Kevin'll be all rightHere comes ''His Soul