Hey Beavis, guess where this hand's been.

No thrills from this number, oh no.
It lumbers along in a soulless, unpersuasive fashion, with the drums always feeling as though they are dragging the rest of the band, uninspired, with them. There’s a distinct lack of emotional dynamic, the singer climbing too soon in the first verse, before any mood or space is established, without sufficient reason.
Though there does seem to be an element of woe in the lyrics and the chords are certainly within that sphere, the performance just doesn’t manage to convey such sadness nor reflection.
The most elevating, expressive part is the guitar solo, especially on the playout where there are some interesting and adventurous choices.
But the singer just doesn’t wanna be there. He’s heading for the pub where that nice girl who smiled at him last night might be, or his favourite show’s on in half an hour. Even with a fleeting Axl Rose tribute (which is well done) and a touch of grit he ain’t hiding his indifference and, perhaps tarred with the same brush, there’s no support from the instruments.
No wonder there’s a nasty vocal moment or two - like the third line of the chorus – going unnoticed or not considered worth ironing out.
It’s shaky fifth album filler at best.