Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Carsick
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joe Richardson
Songwriter
Jack Hardiman
Songwriter
Jack Richardson
Songwriter
Lyrics
Crashing into Sunday, music blaring in your ears
Same routine for the past four years
Hair of the dog, yeah, I'll take a can, cheers
What's the worst that could happen on a few more beers?
Running out of time and out of money to spend
In these social situations when you're out with your friends
This behaviour's getting harder to defend
Hit a new rock bottom every single weekend
You alright mate?
How's it going?
Is it hard when the alcohol's flowing?
You need to calm down
Sort yourself out
'Cos in a ghost town
You start to freak out
You alright mate?
How's it going?
Is it hard when the alcohol's flowing?
You need to calm down
Sort yourself out
'Cos in a ghost town
You start to freak out
Top shelf, gambling my health
Drinking so much that I can't stand myself
Barflies buzzing like there's a bad smell
They come running when they hear there's something to sell
And now it's too much, yeah I need to tap out
Mate, what the fuck are you talking about?
No money, yeah, I shouldn't have come out
And from the high street, yeah I heard you shout
You alright mate?
How's it going?
Is it hard when the alcohol's flowing?
You need to calm down
Sort yourself out
'Cos in a ghost town
You start to freak out
You alright mate?
How's it going?
Is it hard when the alcohol's flowing?
You need to calm down
Sort yourself out
'Cos in a ghost town
You start to freak out
You alright mate?
How's it going?
Is it hard when the alcohol's flowing?
You need to calm down
Sort yourself out
'Cos in a ghost town
You start to freak out
You alright mate?
How's it going?
Is it hard when the alcohol's flowing?
You need to calm down
Sort yourself out
'Cos in a ghost town
You start to freak out
Written by: Jack Hardiman, Jack Richardson, Joe Richardson