[Intro] (bass + shouted background vocals) Oi — here we fuckin’ go [Verse 1] Missed two calls and the last train home Phone nearly dead, wallet fuckin’ gone Tom’s outside fighting with a bloke Over who nicked whose packet of smokes Bathroom mirror says I look rough Still walked back out like “yeah good enough” Taxi driver yelling “where ya headed mate?” Brother if I knew I wouldn’t be this late [Chorus] We’re just half cut saints Laughing through the headaches Talking like we’ll change our lives Then doing the same shit every night Oh-oh Burning out but feeling alright Oh-oh Another Friday wasting time [Verse 2] Pub lights flicker at half past three Macca’s chips and warm VB Everybody smoking in the alleyway Talking big dreams that we’ll never chase And maybe that’s alright for now Maybe we’re too young to settle down Still got smoke inside our lungs Still yelling songs we barely know [Breakdown] (stripped drums + bass) No cash No sleep No clue what the fuck next week means [Final Chorus] We’re just half cut saints Running through the same mistakes Still think maybe one day might Hit us different in the morning light Oh-oh Burning out but feeling alive Oh-oh Another Friday night survives [Outro] (shouted gang vocals fading) Half cut saints… Half cut saints…
