The Brutalist Beat

(专辑： Welcome To The End Of The World - 2017)

("See if you can get any throbbing gristle on that radio.")

The Brutalist Beat
The Brutalist Beat
The Brutalist Beat
The Brutalist Beat

Been waiting for the subway since quarter to two
Last sad fucker standing in the queue
Too tired to sleep, too tired to move
But I can't stop dancing when there's nothing else to do

To the Brutalist Beat
The Brutalist Beat
The Brutalist Beat
The Brutalist Beat

You've got nothing, you've got nothing
You've got nothing, but I've got less
You've got nothing, you've got nothing
You've got nothing, I'm such a fucking mess
I just want to get my money back
On a couple sticks of gum and an empty tube of glue
But they won't touch it, they won't touch it
And I keep on dancing 'cause there's nothing else to do

To the Brutalist Beat
The Brutalist Beat
The Brutalist Beat
The Brutalist Beat

I want to take you higher
Where you should not go
The nightclub is on fire
See its glamorous glow
All the kids are dancing
In lock-step to the beat
All the kids are dancing
On the hot concrete

He's got nothing, she's got nothing
They've got nothing, but I've got less
He's got nothing, she's got nothing
They've got nothing, I'm such a fucking mess
Buoyed by legend but scuttled by facts
An economic downturn and you fall through the cracks
Buoyed by legend, scuttled by facts
I spend my life shopping in the discount racks

To the Brutalist Beat
The Brutalist Beat
The Brutalist Beat
The Brutalist Beat

The day has been demolished, the night has been rebuilt
Steel is being polished, blood is being spilled
I'm rocking like a piston, twitching in my seat
Captured by the rhythm, trapped inside the beat

Everybody's dancing to the Brutalist Beat
Everybody's dancing to the Brutalist Beat
Everybody's dancing to the Brutalist Beat
Everybody's dancing to the Brutalist Beat
Everybody's fighting to the Brutalist Beat
Everybody's fighting to the Brutalist Beat
Everybody's fighting to the Brutalist Beat
Everybody's dying to the Brutalist Beat

("Did you know Dr. Crippen killed his wife 'cause she wouldn't stop singing [?]")
("No shit!")