>>16658574Lyrics:
Can't think. Bad TV and other people's lives on the Instagram and Facebook feeds got me fatigued. Another night holed up inside. So we hit the streets and walked around routes we've run into the ground a thousand times before. Penned in by city walls and narrow trains of thought - inspiration left us cold. The 9-5 took what's yours: late nights and the early starts left you feeling short like that mounting stack of bills.
Forty hour weeks. Fell into a set routine. Lose sleep. Gotta keep the pace, there'll always be targets to meet, bills to pay and mouths to feed.
Young punks grow old. Double lives take their toll.
Forty hour weeks, fell into a set routine, lose sleep. Keep they pace there'll always be targets to meet and mouths to feed. At your work desk in the drawer there's a photograph of your life back home. Young punks grow old and struggle to connect it all
The paperwork's piling up. You've fallen into a rut. Young punks have all grown up. Struggle to connect it up.
