Petrol & Anaesthetic

(Album: The Golden Age Of Not Even Trying - 2018)

I am a grenade, you are a metal grate
I throw myself at you but I will not break
You are the bloody boot pressed into my head
You are the reason that they don't care

Let me steal the show please
He's got nothing but sleaze
He's got the cards up his sleeves
The kings are at home
Let me steal the show please
He's got nothing but sleaze
He's got the cards up his sleeves
The kings are at home

Pour petrol on my clothes
Anaesthetic in my gums
Throw away the words I wrote

I declare my demons have won

Darling look oh we're in such a mess
And you've got my heart trapped in a masochistic check
This part right now is where you load your gun
For when my back is turned I guess that you have won

Let me steal the show please
He's got nothing but sleaze
He's got the cards up his sleeves
The kings are at home
Let me steal the show please
He's got nothing but sleaze
He's got the cards up his sleeves
The kings are at home

Pour petrol on my clothes
Anaesthetic in my gums
Throw away the words I wrote

That switch in your bedroom
That hides everything you do
Has another fingerprint
Your bedside lamp is your own best friend

Pour petrol on my clothes

Pour petrol on my clothes
Anaesthetic in my gums
Throw away the words I wrote

That switch in your bedroom
That hides everything you do
Has another fingerprint
Your bedside lamp is your own best friend
(Friend)

I declare my demons have won
I declare my demons have won
(Fuck)