You’re not going to university
With a face like that you’re better off on duty
You’re life’s spent in town squares
Fumbling for change to get your quarters
There’s someone somewhere making you choose through a fifteen-inch screen
Maybe I’m not on the ball I could be missing the picture
But I saw a slow decline in our lifestyles and the system
And I just realised
All the mental smack heads were right
It’s the sterling that makes us fight
Calling all the shots from our bedrooms
And coffee tables racked up with lines
I’m not sure in what you say or what you’re doing mate!
I’m not sure in what you say or what you’re doing mate!
I’m not sure in what you say or what you’re doing mate!
I’m not sure in what you say or what you’re doing mate!
THIS IS BUT A FRACTION OF YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!
I don’t need to know your favourite football team
I don’t want to hear how much you fancy the queen
I bet you felt electric after that pill last night
But it don’t take much when your tolerance is shite
I bet you’re high!
I bet you’re high!
I bet you’re high!
I bet you’re fucking high!
I bet you’re high!
I bet you’re high!
I bet you’re high!
I bet you’re fucking high!
credits
from DEMO Two Thousand and Fourteen,
released November 4, 2014
Lyrics and melody - Nathan Gill + George Thorpe
Structure - Peter Rushworth
Harmonies - Liam Powney