Disaster Button a little after 12 the function sweet was full with people i had never seen before
ripped up ticket stubs confetied on the floor it dawned on me i'd seen it all before
cool your beans my son you look a f**king mess no ones getting out of here tonight
hit that button there the one that just says wrong we'll lose our lives through all our favourite songs
go forward to later you'll land flat on your feet when you where in the room, i was nailed to my seat im like a prisoner getting ready to talk i feel the blood in my hands and the threat in your walk and suddenly it lifts the roof af the place it puts a volt in my step and a grin on my face
it cant contain me but you leaning on me to get me back in my box and snap the branches off me
a little after 4
the function suite is dead and i am just a ripped up ticket stub
but heres a helping hand a voice thats far to close and i am up and on my broken limbs
go forward to later you'll land flat on your feet when you where in the room, i was nailed to my seat im like a prisoner getting ready to talk i feel the blood in my hands and the threat in your walk
and suddenly it lifts the roof af the place it puts a volt in my step and a grin on my face
it cant contain me but you leaning on me to get me back in my box and snap the branches off me
and suddenly it lifts the roof af the place it puts a volt in my step and a grin on my face
it cant contain me but you leaning on me to get me back in my box and snap the branches off me