Luvcat & John Cooper Clarke — He's My Man (The Anniversary)

Late September in the city The sky is grey, the air is sticky Clinically hypoxic, literally toxic I keep falling in and out of sleep

All flesh is grass The flies are knocking on the glass And a brittle crystalline metal flavoured nerve tonic From a medical flask

I need him so much that it hurts I wish he didn’t have to go to work I just lie and watch the ceiling fan turn

I’m your man We’re hand in hand To hell and back And I’ll love him like nobody else can I’m your man / He’s my man I’ve been damned No, nobody has to understand

I stay home and make his dinner Even though somehow he keeps getting thinner I wait, watching the washing machine spin round and round again

I need him so much that it hurts I wish he didn’t have to go to work He keeps complaining that his vision’s blurred

But he’s my man We’re hand in hand To hell and back And I’ll love him like nobody else can I’m your man / He’s my man I’ve been damned No, nobody has to understand Me and my man Me and my man

He keeps having feverish dreams That he can never ever leave He wakes, head aches, funny taste to his tea I wanna stay here forever He’s happiest with me ’Cause he

He’s my man And I’ll love him like nobody else can He’s my man He’s gone quite mad

No, nobody has to understand Me and my man