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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stza Crack
Stza Crack
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Niall Earle
Niall Earle
Songwriter
Ben Clavin
Ben Clavin
Songwriter
Anthony Clavin
Anthony Clavin
Songwriter
Alan West
Alan West
Songwriter
Stuart Daly
Stuart Daly
Songwriter

Lyrics

I heard your ma cried louder than a church bell when all the new flames got doused by stormy seas
I spent my time pining for a love song
Well I’ll be home, home in time tonight
I think it’s funny that you’ll leave without a fanfare
You’ll hit the road pal, leave your footprints in the dust
You’re a mental gymnast, hittin' flips right over your nightmares
I won't be home in time tonight
I’ve had my highs and lows
I’ve been pretentious and I’ve been a selfish fool, I know
I hope you reap all the seeds you’ve sown
Cause you're so fuckin' friendly, it’s so fuckin easy to feel at home
You think you’re clever and classless and free, you’re just a fuckin scumbag just like me
And if you’re building your house on the shore, don’t be surprised when the waves at your door
I’ve a pain in me hoop with you round these days
I’m so sick and tired of playing these games
We're all just dead, we're all just fucked, go back to sleep
I think it's funny when a dream knocks on your window
And although it’s not yours, you're obliged to hold its seams
And all you want is to be singing the songs of your hometown
That dream can fuck off home, home in time tonight
Well, I’ve had my highs and lows
I’ve been pretentious and I’ve been a selfish fool, I know
I hope you reap all the seeds you’ve sown
Cause you're so fuckin' friendly, it’s so fuckin easy to feel at home
You think you’re clever and classless and free, you’re just a fuckin scumbag just like me
And if you’re building your house on the shore, don’t be surprised when the waves at your door
I’ve a pain in me hoop with you round these days
I’m so sick and tired of playing these games
We're all just dead, we're all just fucked, go back to sleep
I think it’s funny that you'll leave without a fanfare
You’ll hit the road and leave a footprint in the dust
Your [unintelligible] is akin to all my nightmares
I’m flying signs in marker ‘Anywhere or Bust’
I’m begging change and enjoying all the scenery
You’re bored of endless moneys that you feel the need to spend
It kinda sucks to be a cog in your machinery
It falls apart just like your family and your friends
Well, I’ve had my highs and lows
I’ve been pretentious and I’ve been a selfish fool, I know
I hope you reap all the seeds you’ve sown
Cause you're so fuckin' friendly, it’s so fuckin easy to feel at home
You think you’re clever and classless and free, you’re just a fuckin scumbag just like me
And if you’re building your house on the shore, don’t be surprised when the waves at your door
I’ve a pain in me hoop with you round these days
I’m so sick and tired of playing these games
We're all just dead, we're all just fucked, go back to sleep
Written by: Alan West, Anthony Clavin, Ben Clavin, Niall Earle, Stuart Daly
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