"Dave, Stop Killing Prostitutes" lyrics

Dave was a lost cause, a real psycho
Spent half his time wishing he was a man
Rather than being a man
To educate his own will, he puts people in boxes
Head first, then legs, then something else

Dave was a good lad, a true buffoon
Spent hundreds of pounds exciting himself
Instead of just stemming the blood
To prophecise his own death, he puts people in boxes
Head first, then the legs, then something else

Wine, wine, wine on the floor
Who needs a family doctor?
We knew it all along
Wine, wine, wine on the floor
Who needs a family doctor?
Who needs a vent?

Dave what a good man, but for gods sake
Make allowances for breakfast
Make allowances for cowards
He chewed at his own wrist, and puts people in boxes
Head first, then the legs, then something else

Wine, wine, wine on the floor
Who needs a family doctor?
We knew it all along
Wine, wine, wine on the floor
Who needs a family doctor?
Who needs a vent?

Dave was a lost cause, a real psycho
Spent half his time wishing he was a man
Rather than being a man
To educate his own will, he puts people in boxes
Head first, then legs, then something else

Wine, wine, wine on the floor
Who needs a family doctor?
We knew it all along
Wine, wine, wine on the floor
He used to be a man

Dave, stop killing prostitutes, Dave