A little after 12 The function suite was full With people I had never seen before
Ripped up ticket stamps Confetied on the floor It dawned on me I’d seen it all before
Cool your beans my son You look a f**king mess No one’s getting out of here, tonight
Hit that button there The one that just says wrong We’ll lose our lives through all our favourite songs
Go forward later to find your flat on your feet When you weren’t in the room I was nailed to my seat
I ‘m like a prisoner getting ready to stalk I feel the blood in my hands and the step in your walk
And suddenly I lift the roof off the place And there’s a fault in my step And a grin on my face
You can’t contain me but you did it on me Get me back in my box And snap the branches off me
A little after 4 The function suite is dead And I am just a ripped up ticket stamp
Here’s a helping hand A voice that’s far too close And I am up and on my broken limbs
Go forward later to find your flat on your feet When you weren’t in the room I was nailed to my seat
I ‘m like a prisoner getting ready to stalk I feel the blood in my hands and the thread in your walk
And suddenly I lift the roof off the place There’s a fault in my step There’s a grin on my face
You can’t contain me but you did it on me To Get me back in my box And snap the branches off me
And suddenly I lift the roof off the place And there’s a fault in my step And a grin on my face
You can’t contain me but you did it on me To Get me back in my box And snap the branches off me |
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