JOURNEY
(Please sir, I want some more)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Tonight, we dance with our backs to the walls
Because this place is overcoated in fools
Did you remember to bring all of your tools?
Because these kids are the kind of kids that got kicked out of their schools
(Please sir, I want some more)
When the end of the night is near
Do I get a Bourbon or a beer?
Spend the night alone, walkin' in fear
Wishin' that I had never come here
When the end of the night is near
Do I get a Bourbon or beer?
Spend the night alone, walkin' in fear
Wishin' that I had never come here
Wishin' I have never come here
Hey, hey
Talkin' false stories all the journey home
A pocket full of Nurofen and an empty spot because I lost my phone
Countin' up the coppers, I feel you can talk as she do
I'll get one next month, 'til then, can I borrow some money off of you?
It's just the same old story, it's just getting boring
And we will regret what we did in the morning
It's just the same old story, getting boring
And we will regret what we did in the morning
(And we will regret what we did in the morning)
Hey, hey
It's safe to say that place had a lot of fake tan
Orange hands, no future plans
Burnin' pots and pans, listening to Wu Tang
What you doing that for? I don't know
Some more, about this journey
It's just the same old story, this is getting boring
And we'll regret what we did in the morning
It's just the same old story in the morning
And we'll regret everything we do when it's dawning
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Tonight, we dance with our backs to the walls
Because this place is overcoated in fools
Did you remember to bring all of your tools?
Because these kids are the kind of kids that got kicked out of their schools
(Please sir, I want some more)
When the end of the night is near
Do I get a Bourbon or a beer?
Spend the night alone, walkin' in fear
Wishin' that I had never come here
When the end of the night is near
Do I get a Bourbon or beer?
Spend the night alone, walkin' in fear
Wishin' that I had never come here
Wishin' I have never come here
Hey, hey
Talkin' false stories all the journey home
A pocket full of Nurofen and an empty spot because I lost my phone
Countin' up the coppers, I feel you can talk as she do
I'll get one next month, 'til then, can I borrow some money off of you?
It's just the same old story, it's just getting boring
And we will regret what we did in the morning
It's just the same old story, getting boring
And we will regret what we did in the morning
(And we will regret what we did in the morning)
Hey, hey
It's safe to say that place had a lot of fake tan
Orange hands, no future plans
Burnin' pots and pans, listening to Wu Tang
What you doing that for? I don't know
Some more, about this journey
It's just the same old story, this is getting boring
And we'll regret what we did in the morning
It's just the same old story in the morning
And we'll regret everything we do when it's dawning
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Cardy
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