[Style: 90s Britpop, anthemic, swagger] [Instrumentation: wall of distorted guitars, driving drums, shaking tambourine] [Intro] [Feedback noise, rolling drum fill] [Snarling spoken count-in, Manchester accent] ONE... TWO... THREE, FOUR! [Verse 1] [Nasal raspy vocal, driving Britpop beat] She drinks from a whisky bottle She goes at life full throttle She don't give a damn 'bout the games people play She's gonna have the last say [Pre-Chorus] [Crescendo, massive wall of guitars] She's got dreams haunted by shame She's so over ever loving again (Ever loving again!) She's got a heart so full of pain She's got dark thoughts that flow like the rain (Flow like the rain!) [Chorus] [Explosive Britpop chorus, soaring Liam-style nasal belt, maximum attitude] There there my sweet Laura Nothin' I can do but I got to adore her! [Verse 2] [Rolling drums, heavy bassline, sneering delivery] We thought it was love behind the door But she just found violence once more And he stole her hope away Now she wonders what made her stay [Verse 3] [Full throttle momentum] And now she's drinkin' from an old whisky bottle She's going at life full throttle She don't give a damn 'bout the games people play Gotta have the last say! [Bridge] [Stripped back, building tension, tambourine pounding] She's isolated, on her own Feeling lost and oh so alone She said this house ain't a home (It ain't a home!) [Chorus] [Peak intensity, massive wall of guitars, full vocal swagger] There there my sweet Laura Nothin' I can do, but I got to adore her! I got to adore her! There there my sweet Laura! [Outro] [Vocal ad-libs, snarls, massive guitar feedback] Yeah, sweet Laura... Got to adore her! As you were! [Big final chord crash, ringing amp feedback]
