"The stuff you bring back from dreams is free"

Samuel Taylor Coleridge woke up with Kubla Khan in his head. I occasionally wake up with Nick Cave songs.

Not real Nick Cave songs. Ones that never existed.

My baby she's been out drinking
She never gets home until late
She's never at home when I'm feeling alone
So I lie here and I masturbate

 My baby's been drinking... (yeah, yeah)
 My baby's been drinking... (yeah, yeah)

My baby she's been out drinking
With actors and artists and thieves
She's running around in the bad part of town
And catching all kinds of diseases

 My baby's been drinking... (yeah, yeah)
 My baby's been drinking... (yeah, yeah)

My baby she's been out drinking
The beer makes her stutter and twitch
She snarls and she bites and she gets into fights
And she wakes up each day in a ditch

 My baby's been drinking... (yeah, yeah)
 My baby's been drinking... (yeah, yeah)
 My baby's been drinking... (yeah, yeah)
 But I still love her so

[instrumental break]

My baby she's given up drinking
She's joined with a temperance band
She's sworn off the booze, and off intercourse too
So I'm left with my dick in my hand

 My baby's stopped drinking... (yeah, yeah)
 My baby's stopped drinking... (yeah, yeah)
 My baby's stopped drinking... (yeah, yeah)
 But I still love her so.

Um. Sorry. Sleep deprived.