Kissed Like A Pub Floor Feral Manchild (Fire Cut)

[Start] [Intro – Bass Feedback / Drums Stagger In] [Verse 1 – Rapid-Fire Rap-Rock] Last call spat us out on the street Four cheap beers and cheaper heat Liquor in the blood like a bad wee sermon Pavement tilting like it’s personally determined Neon buzzing, kebab shop glowing Nobody’s driving, nobody’s knowing Who’s got keys? Naw, who’s got pride? Who left both on a toilet inside? Cheap beer kissed me like a pub floor Cheaper liquor kicked in the back door Now the night’s got arms, got teeth, got plans Got a greasy wee menu for dangerous hands [Pre-Chorus – Gang Build] Bad ideas standing in a queue One looks like chips, one looks like you One looks like shouting at a traffic cone One looks like waking up the unknown [Chorus – Shouted Gang Hook] Too drunk for wisdom! Too loud for shame! Last call’s over But we’re still in the game! Food or trouble! Love or crime! More bad decisions Now's the time! Kissed like a pub floor! Blessed like a wound! The city’s wide open And we’re absolute ruined! [Verse 2 – Ska-Punk Bounce / Rap Delivery] Could get chips with the salt and sauce Could find a wall and declare it boss Could steal one cone like a civic trophy Then name it Craig and call it “homie” Could kick a bin, could start a chant Could text an ex, no mate, you can’t Could fall in love by the cash machine With a girl who’s oh so visibly unclean Consent first, don’t be a creep If she says naw, go get chips and sleep But if she smiles and the vibe stays legal We might fly off like horny drunk seagulls Could find a lock-in, beg for mercy Could drink warm lager in somebody’s nursery Could wake up spooning a folded chair With one shoe gone and a biscuit in my hair [Pre-Chorus – Half-Shouted] Bad ideas standing in a queue One looks like chips, one looks like you One looks like “let’s climb that thing” One looks like police lights starting to sing [Chorus – Shouted Gang Hook] Too drunk for wisdom! Too loud for shame! Last call’s over But we’re still in the game! Food or trouble! Love or crime! More bad decisions Now's the time! Kissed like a pub floor! Blessed like a wound! The city’s wide open And we’re absolute ruined! [Break – Noisy Ska-Punk Surge] [Verse 3 – Faster / More Unhinged] There’s a half-dead pizza on a bench like treasure There’s a fight with a fence that brings no pleasure There’s a taxi line full of ghosts and smoke And a lad telling pigeons a personal joke There’s somebody crying outside Greggs There’s somebody dancing with drunk man legs There’s somebody planning a tattoo at three That says “Never Again” misspelled beautifully We are scholars of terrible weather We are idiots moving together We are kings of the after-hours gutter With kebab breath and hearts full of clutter And the night keeps asking, “What now, son?” Like the answer isn’t “anything dumb” Like the moon didn’t wink when the bar lights died Like the street didn’t open its big drunk eye [Bridge – Half-Time / Sincere Beneath The Wreckage] Maybe it’s freedom Maybe it’s grief Maybe the week has its boot in our teeth Maybe we’re laughing So we don’t crack Maybe the city feels softer When it’s shouting back Tomorrow’s got rent Tomorrow’s got rain Tomorrow’s got work And a skull full of pain But right now the night Is a terrible friend And every bad option Feels open again [Final Chorus – Full Band / Hardcore Shouts] Too drunk for wisdom! Too loud for shame! Last call’s over But we’re still in the game! Food or trouble! Love or crime! More bad decisions Now's the time! Kissed like a pub floor! Blessed like a wound! The city’s wide open And we’re absolute ruined! Too drunk for wisdom! Too loud for shame! If tomorrow asks questions We forget our own names! Food or trouble! Love or crime! One more stupid miracle Before sunrise! [Outro – Feedback / Drums Falling Apart] Last call ended But the pavement lied Said, “Pick a future” So we picked fried No grand lesson No clean reward Just four drunk goblins And a stolen traffic cone named Lord Cone-ington [End]