[Spoken Intro – dry British female voice] “Okay. Before anybody gets angry— I can explain.” [Immediate dirty punk riff] [Verse 1 – fast defensive female punk vocal] First of all, the chair was broken way before I fucking came. Second, nobody specifically said I couldn't use the frame. Third, the fire looks much worse in photographs than it really was. And technically I didn't start it. I just— contributed to the cause. The window? Different issue. We'll come back to that in a bit. And before you ask why Dave was there— honestly, Dave started his own shit. I realise this sounds bad. But you're missing crucial facts. Just give me thirty fucking seconds— I can put this all in context. [Pre-Chorus – building] Stop. One question at a time. You're making this confusing. Yes, that's my coat. No, that's not my blood. [Brief pause] Can we keep this fucking moving? [Chorus – explosive shout-sung punk vocal] I CAN EXPLAIN! I CAN FUCKING EXPLAIN! THERE'S A PERFECTLY GOOD REASON FOR AT LEAST SOME OF THIS SHIT! I CAN EXPLAIN! STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT! IF YOU LET ME FINISH ONE FUCKING SENTENCE— [Harsh shout] I CAN PROBABLY MAKE THIS WORSE! [Fast jagged riff] [Verse 2 – rapid shout-rap] YES, I HAD THE KEYS! NO, NOT TO THAT! YES, I KNEW THE DOOR WAS LOCKED! NO, I DIDN'T CLIMB THE FENCE! I USED THE WALL! THAT'S FUCKING DIFFERENT! YES, THERE WAS A WARNING SIGN! NO, I DIDN'T FUCKING MISS IT! I READ IT! THOUGHT ABOUT IT! DISAGREED WITH ITS POSITION! The alarm was oversensitive! The extinguisher wouldn't spray! The table shouldn't fucking wobble if it's built to hold that weight! And the camera footage lacks context! You can't hear what someone said! Also— why are we still discussing where I got the traffic cone? [Chorus – heavier, more frantic] I CAN EXPLAIN! I CAN FUCKING EXPLAIN! EVERY PIECE OF THIS DISASTER MAKES SOME SENSE WHEN SEEN ALONE! I CAN EXPLAIN! JUST DON'T PUT THEM ALL TOGETHER! BECAUSE I'LL ADMIT THE BIGGER PICTURE IS NOT GETTING ANY FUCKING BETTER! [Instrumental Break – frantic guitar and bass, pounding drums] [Bridge – heavy half-time riff, increasingly defensive vocal] Right. Let's simplify. Nobody died. Nothing exploded. [Brief pause] Properly. The building is still standing. Mostly. And I think we're getting distracted by extremely minor details. [Low growl] Like the fucking forklift. [Drums explode] [Extended Fast Shout-Rap] I DIDN'T STEAL IT! I RELOCATED IT! I DIDN'T CRASH IT! I JUST PARKED IT SHIT! I DIDN'T BREAK IN! DOOR WAS OPEN! AFTER SOMEBODY ELSE HAD BROKEN IT! NOT MY FIRE! NOT MY GLASS! NOT MY FUCKING BALACLAVA! DON'T KNOW STEVE! NEVER MET STEVE! WHY'S HE SAYING THAT I CALLED HIM?! YES, THAT'S ME ON CAMERA! NO, THAT DOESN'T PROVE A THING! YES, I'M HOLDING TWO BOLT CUTTERS! [Harsh shout] THAT COULD FUCKING MEAN ANYTHING! WHY WAS I THERE?! LONG FUCKING STORY! WHY WAS IT LATE?! NOT IMPORTANT! WHY DID I RUN?! EVERYBODY RAN! WHY'D I COME BACK?! [Brief stop] ...forgot my phone. [Full band slams back in] LOOK! THE POINT IS THIS GOT COMPLICATED! ONE THING LED TO FUCKING TEN! EVERY TIME I TRIED TO FIX IT SOMETHING ELSE WENT WRONG AGAIN! SO IF YOU WANT A CLEAN EXPLANATION WITH A START, A MIDDLE AND END— [Growled shout] YOU'VE GOT THE WRONG FUCKING WOMAN! BUT I'LL TRY THIS SHIT AGAIN! [Breakdown – crushing half-time punk riff] I. Can. Explain. [Heavy hit] Probably. [Heavy hit] Maybe. [Heavy hit] Fuck. [Drums accelerate] [Final Chorus – massive scream-sung punk vocal] I CAN EXPLAIN! I CAN FUCKING EXPLAIN! THERE WAS LOGIC AT THE START OF THIS! I SWEAR TO FUCK THERE WAS A PLAN! I CAN EXPLAIN! BUT THE PLAN IS GETTING HARD TO FIND! AND EVERY FUCKING WORD I SAY IS MAKING ME LOOK WORSE EVERY TIME! I CAN EXPLAIN! I CAN— [Full stop] Actually... No. [Brief silence] [Final explosive shout] I HAVE NO FUCKING EXPLANATION! [Final extended shout-rap – maximum intensity] FUCK THE CHAIR! FUCK THE FIRE! FUCK THE WINDOW! FUCK THE WIRE! FUCK THE SIGN! FUCK THE GATE! FUCK THE FACT IT'S FUCKING LATE! FUCK THE CAMERA! FUCK THE CONE! FUCK THE SHIT YOU FOUND ON MY PHONE! FUCK THE QUESTIONS! FUCK THE PLAN! [Harsh scream] I DID MY FUCKING BEST! THAT'S ALL I FUCKING UNDERSTAND! [Final violent guitar riff] [Outro – breathless female voice] ... So. Are we good? [Final hit]
