Where all of our heroes came to throw away their troubles
Inside a masterful bubble of wayward hope
Prostitutes and beer, a particular concoction they prayed could make them feel whole again, nearer to what was real, what might not be
When all that it ever looked to do was send them queer
Banana skin hotel, where a certain bet fell time again by the agonising wayside, slip-sliding right on into and just as fast out of our lives
Lonely-at-home wives, prising themselves away from these troubles of their own accord
Forced to create their very own solace, masterful bubble of hope
The kids are the ones who will really need to learn what it means to cope