Manys the time Ive been thinking about changing my ways
But when it gets right down to it its the same drunken haze
Im serving a sentence to write lifes sentences
Its only when Im out of it I make sense of this

Just for the record Im gonna put it down, down
Just for the record Im gonna change my life around

Just a revolutionary with a pseudonym
Just a bar-room dancer on my final fling
Just another writer paying off my dues
Just finding inspiration, well thats my excuse

Just for the record Im gonna put it down, down
Just for the record Im gonna change my life around
Just another empty gesture with an empty glass
Just another comic actor behind a tragic mask,

But Ive got no discipline, got no self control
Just a little less painful here when my backs against the wall

Its too late, I found, its too far, Im in two minds
Both of them are out of it at the bar

When you say I got a problem thats a certainty
But I can put it all right down to eccentricity
Its just for the record its just a passing phase
Just for the record I can stop any day