Well most nights I come home
On my own
And I am completely slaughtered

And I get so off my face
I'd crack a mirror
'Cause I look like Satan's daughter

And I stagger through my door
I'm pursued by all the press
Yes, I need to brush my teeth and hide the bruises on my chest

Oh, I don't care that I'm living in a slum
Even though I've got ten million
I'm still on Valium
Valium

So my husband's gone to jail
I was going the same way, but I got a better lawyer

And I smoke crack anywhere
Keep asylum seekers in my hair
I'm not that busy

When my man wants to come home
I won't give him my address
'Cause he'll probably be stoned and try to ruin my success
He'll come on over with two litres of the ????
He'll come on over
He'll come on over with his Valium
Valium
V-Valium
Mmm-mmm
*Snores*