Sequins in the line

[Intro – / percussion drums native symphonic + drums future progressive] Sequins hit the line, everyone’s polite. Sequins hit the line.., everyone’s polite... [Pre-chours] First pint’s bitter, second one’s sweet, Bass shakes the cobbles under London’s feet. (Sequins hit the line, everyone’s polite.) ---[bulid up] [Chours] Banger or sausage — can’t tell tonight. Pissed or just lippy, don’t start a fight. Mug in brave storm, pants round my head, Proper alive, but I’m scrolling Living Dead. [Post-chour]] Lads shout “bruv!” in a cloud of smoke, Girls strike poses for a clip they’ll post. . [Drop] Disc jockey lets the horses run, „„The night’s gone proper, grab your place in line. --- [Chours] Banger or sausage — can’t tell tonight. Pissed or just lippy, don’t start a fight. Mug in brave storm, pants round my head, Proper alive, but I’m scrolling Living Dead. --- [Bridge — The Cracks Show, [delay FX] on vocals, guitars clean + chorus pedal] Drone in the skyline, a pec-skin moon, Every grin rehearsed for the feed gone soon. She wants the spotlight but she hates the show, A fluorescent adolescent with nowhere to go. --- [Short instrumental percussion drums] [Chrours] Faded curtains twitch behind closed blinds, Sequins slipped off, giving themselves to the curb. Bass crushes cobbles, chaos thrives, Scroll the Living Dead as night survives. (Sequins hit the line, everyone’s polite.) [Final finsih – Anthemic, doubled vocals, [delay throw] on last line] Banger or sausage — can’t tell tonight. Pissed or just lippy, don’t start a fight. Mug in brave storm, pants round my head, Proper alive, but I’m scrolling Living Dead. [End]