The City Is Hungover

The city is hungover
It's in bed
With a sheet over its head, yeah (yeah)
See the last thing it remembers is pissing down it's leg

And the city is hungover
It's horny, but it's alone
And its head is throbbing
And it can't find its phone

But the city is hungover (hungover)
And it said, it loved you last night
But now, now
Maybe things are moving a little bit too fast, and it's not too sure
But it totally meant it, yeah (yeah)

It did some things, it'd rather not repeat
The city is hungover (the city is hungover)
The city can be pretty mean

The city is hungover
It can't make the rent this month
It drinks in spite of itself
It loves it mum

Well, the city is hungover
The city wants to be anywhere (anywhere) but here
I can't say I blame it
The city is hungover
It always makes the same mistakes
And follows the same patterns

It goes from happy to sad
To slurring its words, to sad, to shouting, to sad
To violent, to happy, to violent again, to violent some more, and then passes out
Yeah (yeah)
The city is hungover
And uh, the city, can't handle its drink

The city is hungover
Last night it spoke over everyone on subjects they are experts in
And it had barely read a headline on
Last night, the city was smart, spelt S.M.R.T

Yeah, the city is hungover
And it refuses to grow up, despite the fact its friends tell it that maybe just maybe
At 35, it should stop getting black drunk and act its age a little bit more
But the city knows better than
And it offset all of its carbohydrates by throwing up in the corner

Yeah (yeah), the city knows best, and it's hungover
But yeah (yeah), the city knows best, but it's always like this (it's always like this)
Yeah, it knows best, and it's always like this
And truth be told, we both know it's gonna do it again

It's the same, every time
It's the same, every time
It's the same, every time
It's the same, every time