Alone At St. Luke's

The graffiti on the wall says "Fuck the Tories" Outside a takeaway, we're eating on the street And neon in the window makes the shadows on the cars Glow to a pop song they got playing on repeat The shorebirds sound the same here, what did I expect? That song's always playing in my head Spitting curses, hopping fences Burning out like true romantics Picking fights, it's fucking reckless, we've been thinking As long as we're still here, we might as well be drinking The motor lodge we're at is mostly vacant I shoplift candy and some wine from the BP And climb in through the window when the front desk is distracted Piling in, we're staying on the cheap There's mouse shit on the carpet, what did I expect? I laugh and spill the wine and stain the bed Spitting curses, hopping fences Burning out like true romantics Picking fights, it's fucking reckless, we've been thinking As long as we're still here, we might as well be drinking But everyone got sick, cruel and sudden I'm the only one it spared, I blow a goodbye kiss And I keep pushing while the grief hangs in the air Hurt like hell to leave 'em there, hurt like hell to leave 'em there The graffiti on the wall says "It's a new low" And it's so quiet I think I can hear my pulse The gig's in an abandoned church in Glasgow The irony's a little on the nose It's cold and wet and lonesome what did I expect? The stained-glass light just punched me in the chest Spitting curses, hopping fences Burning out like true romantics Picking fights, it's fucking reckless, I've been thinking As long as I'm still here, I might as well keep drinking