Slow Club - The Prophet lyrics

There's fire in her eyes in the altercation She blames her poverty on her parents generation She says they sniffed it up their nose now they want our payments Its f**ing cold in here, the landlord's tryna make us vagrants And Jacky our whiskey buddy hits him with an iron fist The landlord goes down swinging while you drink your buddies piss I don't know what to do now that I'm definitely on a list I just sit back, drink brew with Coca-Cola communists I'm glad you came and turned up next to me Like a grenade with a pin out at the party You're like a f**ing hurricane next to me There's fire on the fringe whittle them down, down I think she lost her looks to the beauty and terror She says her friends are f**ed and in the fairest of weather She asked me is it painless am I humouring the brainless Being young and drunk and all f**ed up and being in entertainment I don't ask the questions I don't write the rules I'm up for suggestions I will follow you through It can't be any worse than what I've been up to It can't be any worse than what I've been up to I'm glad you came and turned up next to me Like a grenade with a pin out at the party You're like a f**ing hurricane next to me There's fire on the fringe whittle them down, down I don't know what it is that your doing to me I haven't cracked a smile since '93 She says a pretty dull, dull place to be No sh** Sherlock, shoot them down, down, down I don't ask the questions I don't write the rules I'm up for suggestions I will follow you through It can't be any worse than what I've been up to It can't be any worse than what I've been up to