Staying in a hotel full of pilots
I can't believe that they are smoking
If you mastered the art of flight
Why would you spend half your time choking?
Sleeping in a bedroom full of assholes
Surely means I am one too
And I wake up and I go walking
And I think the wrong thing about you
It was the best idea we ever had
Picked up our spirits and we sang
Death to the lads
As loud as we possibly can
Among the most depressing highways
Ever dropped into the earth
Along the confederate flag lower back tattoo
That is this part of the world
We're raising pets and kids in car parks
In the light of drive in ATMs
I learn to read the side effects
I am my own adverse reaction
It was the best idea we ever had
Picked up our voices and we sang
Death to the lads
As loud as we possibly can
Death to the lads
Get out of my fucking face, man
And things get better, but they never get good
I don't do anything I said I would

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