Come Down With Me

Just another party geezer
Nostrils looking like a Margarita
Face like last night
Eyes like chivalry
Hands like frostbite
Smile like a guillotine
And anybody can get it
We out here
In a field acting quasi-eccentric
Like we're so care free and reckless
Hiding in our crew
Like a castle of friendship
Blending in with the famouflage
Bunning that green and Farage
Judging kids in Kigurumis
Rinsing mans over Instagram avatars
Like "fuck your festivities
You're all amateurs
We're the life of the party
Where's your stamina?"
(Hold up)
I need another bump of snufflepuss
Before my demeanour turns from arrogant to vacuous

Just another beer battered codfish
Vacant cranium
Face like a Boglin
Jaw like Skeletor
Hands like goblets
Eyes like fishing lures
Smile like a lock pick
Show me what you're working with
Real men blame their tools and don't learn from it
So here we are in yet another circus tent
Trying to prove what we've got left once our words are spent
Cirque du so lame
This whole crowds a cabaret
Your face is a masquerade
Are you the sharpest knife in the drawer?
Or a canapé?
Are you another brick in the wall?
Or a can of paint?
All gaunt and inanimate
Good show of form
All forced and inadequate
Short straw drawn like a score on the manuscript
Sure let me snort another door out this labyrinth

It was the summer of love
I was becoming a cunt
And we were set in our ways
But enough is enough
And it wasn't the company
And it wasn't the drugs
It was something in the way that we got stuck in our rut
We were run down up town running amuck
Full of insecurities that we were covering up
It was the summer of love

And when I woke up
It's all dead in Shimoda
Two man on the sofa
Bunning that Yoda
Hung over
Traces of an opium den
The world loneliest friends
In way over their heads
Just older
None the wiser, time is flying
Bun the fire, fires dying
But we're trying, why you lying?
I ain't grown up
I'm a giant, call me sire
Super Saiyan, the messiah
Be your guide, I'm so alive
Until I'm sober
And sober don't mean much
These days sober means half drunk and lean up
We're perpetually turning new leaves
Like seven days without class A's is an achievement
The realities of party life
The suns out and we're inside half alive
I love these people every fibre of my being
And whatever state we be in your my heart for life

It's just I've seen something underneath
Very hard hard to ignore once it's seen
It creeps in this very room as we speak
It's weak and it's needy and brutally bleak
What was once wild, impulsive and free
Is now humdrum
It's become routine
It's where I'm at
It ain't you it's me
I gotta sit this one out
You lot keep doing your thing
It's all love