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We are, the kids throwing glasses around in your stone houses
To thicken our skin
So while you’re sat there on your ivory cloud, looking down at us
We’re at the bar nailing all your drinks
So leave a spike in your drink for me
You should have nailed them down
You’ve got your baited plough
I’ve got ‘forget-me-nows’
Threw courting to the wind when you said that I said
"Don’t leave a brother hanging cause that was abolished a lifetime ago..
But lock up your daughters so they can’t run away – or say no"
We’re playing kiss chase, in this liar’s maze
We're chasing tails that are already pinned down
You drink your disguise - cause there is no prize
We’re climbing ladders to get swallowed like our.. pride
"We’re men of honour tonight"
At least that’s what we said - never trust what we've said
What is you welfare falling on?
Get a house - don’t fill your house - well why’d you want it?
Snapbacks, skateboards, hang outside cool record stores
Get the next ‘vice’ issue
See him grinning, out with whiskers on him
[More and more expensive cloves spread out across the floor
Except for my face I get fairly erased
One day someone’s gonna say “sorry ‘bout your kid, hun”
Tell me more, tell me more]
They’re playing ‘Shoegaze’ - in this awful place
I like your pickers please don’t jam them in my face
A blatant disguise
'I really dig your vibe'
they're climbing ladders just to find a new place to hide
"Look this gift horse in my mouth"
At least that’s what she said
We’re men of honour tonight
At least that’s what we said - never trust what we've said
Because, we’re the kids whipping glasses around stone houses
Making quick quips
We’re thick skinned
And our conversations are just noise and berating
[All around, all round this town..
Sitting down, I think ill sit this out]
Scouring ‘pitchfork’ for real talk to bring this place
Money can’t buy you real presence or grace
No real conversation to bring to table
Magazine trimmings own this mannequin
Because, we’re the kids throwing glasses around stone houses
Making quick quips
We’re thick skinned
And our conversations are just noise and berating
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