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Lyrics:
The graffiti on the wall says fuck the tories
Outside a takeaway, we’re eating on the street
And neon in the window makes the shadows on the cars glow
To a pop song they got playing on repeat
The shorebirds sound the same here. What did I expect?
That songs always playing in my head
Spitting curses, hopping fences
Burning out like true romantics
Picking fights, its fucking reckless
We been thinking
As long as we’re still here
We might as well be drinking
The motor lodge we’re at is mostly vacant
I shoplift candy and some wine from the BP
And climb in through the window when the front desk is distracted
Piling in, we’re staying on the cheap
There’s mouse shit on the carpet. What did I expect?
I laugh and spill the wine and stain the bed.
But everyone got sick, cruel and sudden, I’m the only one it spared
I blow a goodbye kiss, and I keep pushing, while the grief hangs in the air
hurt like hell to leave ‘em there (snare roll build to long silent pause)
The graffiti on the wall says it’s a new low
it’s so quiet I think I can hear my pulse
And gig’s in an abandoned church in Glasgow
And the irony’s a little on the nose
I’m cold and wet and lonesome, what did I expect?
The stained glass light just punched me in the chest
Spitting curses, hopping fences
Burning out like true romantics
Picking fights, its fucking reckless
I been thinking, as long as I’m still here
I might as well keep drinking
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