I keep on having all these dreams, that we’re not like other people.
It’s because I’m always falling, I’m not waking up on beaches, or fucking to the sand on sunny days.
But there’s no beach for miles, so it’s more just cheap cocaine on race days.
I’m waking up in piles of debt, oh how he wept, oh how he wept, oh how he wept.
Because he’s emptied all his wages into the pockets of the boys he hated when he was in his hometown.
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on,
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
And he heads out for the night, with dreams of easy women and watered-down pints.
And he’ll drink, and snort, and smoke until every single line blurs into one.
But then he’ll try to wade (?) his way through a sea of Balenciaga bags, expensive cars on PCP.
And he’s stomping over broken glass & broken dignity.
I hope he doesn’t get his face broken though, he’s not much of a fighter.
He just tells a girl he loves her, when he doesn’t even like her, in his hometown.
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on,
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
And he’s so easily persuaded by his need to feel sedated and the only way to get it is to empty all his wages into the pockets of the boys he hated when he was at school.
And he’s so easily persuaded by his need to feel sedated and the only way to get it is to empty all his wages into the pockets of the boys he hated when he was at school.
When he was in, when he was in his, when he was in, when he was in his hometown.
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on,
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
Nick M
on Hometown
I keep on having all these dreams, that we’re not like other people.
It’s because I’m always falling, I’m not waking up on beaches, or fucking to the sand on sunny days.
But there’s no beach for miles, so it’s more just cheap cocaine on race days.
I’m waking up in piles of debt, oh how he wept, oh how he wept, oh how he wept.
Because he’s emptied all his wages into the pockets of the boys he hated when he was in his hometown.
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on,
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
And he heads out for the night, with dreams of easy women and watered-down pints.
And he’ll drink, and snort, and smoke until every single line blurs into one.
But then he’ll try to wade (?) his way through a sea of Balenciaga bags, expensive cars on PCP.
And he’s stomping over broken glass & broken dignity.
I hope he doesn’t get his face broken though, he’s not much of a fighter.
He just tells a girl he loves her, when he doesn’t even like her, in his hometown.
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on,
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
And he’s so easily persuaded by his need to feel sedated and the only way to get it is to empty all his wages into the pockets of the boys he hated when he was at school.
And he’s so easily persuaded by his need to feel sedated and the only way to get it is to empty all his wages into the pockets of the boys he hated when he was at school.
When he was in, when he was in his, when he was in, when he was in his hometown.
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on,
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.