Rare Boots

Tanking out at quarter to four
Tina's on the candy-canes says she doesn't drink anymore
Spanking out at quarter past four
You've got to take some time out of your life, are you sure?
I watch the trash bake
I stare into space I see nothing
I fell on my face I felt nothing

Times the kind of thing we erase
Aaron's got rare boots again says he's gonna kick through the walls
Times the kind of thing we chase until we run out
Face it you're a mess you're a waste
I watch the trash bake
I stare into space I see nothing
I fell on my face I felt nothing

I keep hearing voices calling my name
I keep hearing voices calling my name

Sproatley's about ten miles away mate
But Teddy's got a Corsa and of course he'll stop for beers on the way
Jennie lives of glycerine paste because she says it's low in calories, likes the taste
I watch the trash bake
I stare into space I see nothing
I fell on my face I felt nothing

I keep hearing voices calling my name
I keep hearing voices calling my name
I keep hearing voices calling my name
I keep hearing voices calling my name

Has my luck come in?
Or has it stopped?
They sent a crate of cigarettes
To the North
There's a quiet man
Inside everyone
They sent a crate of cigarettes
To the North

I keep hearing voices calling my name

What's my name?