Broadbeach South

A bit Broadbeach South

A night of drinking and a fag for breakfast leaves a bad taste in one’s mouth

Now an empty pouch, to symbolise a compromised young mind that’s full of doubt

But you’re going, you’re going down

To the pits that you dug yourself and the exit can’t be found

The lights burn out on another day

You’re there alone, nobody’s home

To scare your thoughts away

(x2)

Gorilla party clown

The lighting cracks like leather with one roar and paints the town

And in a thought you drown

A mammoth stellar tea cup party where the guests spin round and round

Now you’re falling, falling to the ground

You try to scream but pillow-face can’t make for much’a sound

The lights burn out on another day

You’re there alone, nobody’s home

To scare your thoughts away

(x2)

If I could I’d find a way

To make you see in every way that your staying in means nothing but you’re gonna waste your life away

So

It’s the fate you can’t escape

It’s the game you always play

I’m the one you run to when it don’t always go your way

So what else more can I say

You’re gonna do you anyway

All a laugh until your past breaks through the dam and drowns your day

The lights burn out on another day

You’re there alone, nobody’s home

To scare your thoughts away

(x2)

Now you’re falling

(x8)