All At Sea – Peter Doherty & The Puta Madres

I know I don’t know you
But don’t think I don’t know you
I saw you going under
Saved one for me

‘Cause I’m all at sea
I don’t know if I’m coming or going
There’s no thorn, no stalk
There’s no poison talk it belongs to me

I only wanna…
Well I just wanna…
I don’t want anything
It means the world to me

Well I’m all at sea
I don’t know if I’m coming or going
There’s no hope, no fear
No rent arrears, leave it all to me

If you take it all away
You’ve got a pile of everything
You never even wanted
That’s just too bad
You never wanted it so bad

Now tell me where can I go
To hear the songs I need
I used to go to your room
Open up and bleed

So tell me where can I go
To hear the songs I need
You find me in your room
Open up and bleed

She sells seashells on the seashore
He sells e-shells on the dancefloor and

And your mum sells rocks
From a telephone box

Don’t know if I’m coming or going