Soft Air

Friday The working week was hell I've been smoking, drinking, thinking And I was doing so well Zombies Are waiting at my tomb But I can crawl out of the graveyard And stagger back to your room I'm nearly dead But I don't care Just wanna lie in your bed And breathe your soft air One day We will be on TV When we track down Galen Weston And drag him into the street Mummies Are chilling at my tomb But I can stumble from the graveyard And stagger back to your room I'm nearly dead But I don't care Just wanna lie in your bed And breathe your soft air Vampires Are sitting on my tomb But I can rise out of the graveyard And float back to your room I'm nearly dead But I don't care Just wanna lie in your bed And breathe your soft air