lyrics
Hear the sound, Hear the beat,
Hear the marching of the feet,
By your head on Monday morning,
And through your eyes, you daren't see,
See the man you grew to be,
Don't see success in a shop window
You passed away your right to decide,
Where to sleep tonight,
Where do you sleep tonight,
Have another afternoon drink,
Yeah you stink,
Its another day, the same old day,
The same old clothing anyway,
Deadbeat
The smell of your shoes is bad news,
Not much left of them to lose,
Your leather feet so black and scary,
And through the night so wet and cold,
The piss in your pants warms your soul,
But only for a couple of hours
You passed away your right to decide,
Where to sleep tonight,
Where do you sleep tonight,
Have another afternoon drink,
Yeah you stink,
Its another day, the same old day,
The same old clothing anyway,
Deadbeat
Deadbeat
How did it come to this yeah?
Deadbeat
You always stink of piss yeah
Deadbeat
Yeah you were born to lose,
I've never seen you in matching shoes and
Deadbeat
You will amount to nothing
Deadbeat
You never strive for something
Deadbeat
Given a second chance,
You light it up for the sake of one more night
You passed away your right to decide,
Where to sleep tonight,
Where do you sleep tonight,
Have another afternoon drink,
Yeah you stink,
Its another day, the same old day,
The same old clothing anyway,
Deadbeat
credits
from
EP,
released March 16, 2011
Mat - Vocals
Mark - Guitar/Backing Vocals
Mikey - Bass/Backing Vocals
Mike - Drums/Backing Vocals
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