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 song's always playing in my head
Spitting curses, hopping fences
Burning out like true romantics
Picking fights, it's 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
Spitting curses, hopping fences
Burning out like true romantics
Picking fights, it's fucking reckless
We been thinking
As long as we're still here
We might as well be drinking
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
Hurt like hell to leave em there
The graffiti on the wall says "it's a new low"
And it's so quiet I think I can hear my pulse
The gig's in an abandoned church in Glasgow
The irony's a little on the nose
It's 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, it's fucking reckless
We been thinking
As long as we're still here
We might as well keep drinking
