Top Songs By Raised by Owls
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Strachan
Songwriter
Mark Bainbridge
Songwriter
Lee Deane
Songwriter
Lyrics
"Look at that hunky neck."
In a gloomy, dim lit pub I sit and wait while you get a round in
"I'll have what you have, George
I'll have a pint of 'Amber Smashed Face' ale."
Night fall descending
We raise up our glass
Madness unending
Your words are like mass
…And we'll talk about Warcraft, and we'll talk about sports
And don't get me started on Cannibal Corpse
In a gloomy, dim lit pub I watch you headbang for ten straight minutes
The bar staff are quite concerned
"It's alright love, because he always does this."
Is this the same place?
This evening is a blur
Eyes glazed; I can't feel my face
My words start to slur
We're neck deep in sin
As the sweetest of poisons are poured down our throat
The fiend that's within
Carving a path of acute self-destruction
We're neck deep in sin
Pure chaos is spawned from an unquenchable thirst
The fiend that's within
Taste the waters of oblivion
Drink up
The. Time. To. Drink. Is. Motherfucking. Now.
The time to drink is motherfucking now
…And we'll talk about fishing, and we'll talk about grabbing machines
And don't get me starting on Monstrosity
Last orders have been called, I slump and wait while you get a round in
"I'll have what you have, George."
I've had enough but I can't be stopped
"Look at that hunky neck."
Written by: Lee Deane, Mark Bainbridge, Sam Strachan