Grounds for divorce

I've been working
On a cocktail called
"Grounds for divorce"
Whoah
Polishing a compass
That I hold in my sleeve
Whoah
Down comes him on sticks
But then he kicks
Like a horse
Whoah
There's a
Chinese cigarette case
And the rest you can keep
And the rest you can keep
And the rest you can keep

There's a hole
In my neighborhood
Down which of late
I cannot help but fall
There's a hole
In my neighborhood
Down which of late
I cannot help but fall

Mondays is for drinking
To the seldom seen kid

There's this
Whispering of jokers
Doing "flesh by the pound"
To a chorus of supporters
From the little town halls
There'll be twisted karaoke
At the Aniseed Lounge
And I'll bring you
Further roses
But it does you no good
And it does me no good
And it does you no good

There's a hole
In my neighborhood
Down which of late
I cannot help but fall
There's a hole
In my neighborhood
Ddown which of late
I cannot help but fall
There's a hole
In my neighborhood
Down which of late
I cannot help but fall
There's a hole
In my neighborhood
Down which of late
I cannot help but fall

Someday we'll be drinking
With the seldom seen kid