Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lucas Watt
Lead Vocals
Ben Rothwell
Electric Guitar
George Comer
Synthesizer
Jack Guard
Bass Guitar
Charlie Kenny
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lucas Watt
Songwriter
Ben Rothwell
Songwriter
George Comer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lucas Watt
Producer
James Campbell
Producer
Lyrics
You know what’s kind of funny?
When I run out of my money
Drink myself to death to get out of it
'Cos every night’s a Friday
Don’t take from shit from anybody
Dug myself a hole but that’s part of it
‘Cos I’m suffocated
Downgraded
Socially infatuated
Look me in the eye and say it
I know
There’s stupid fools on late night news
Hogging our TV screens
I know
In the end you’ll know where feelings go
We’re fuelling the wrong machines
You know what’s kind of funny?
When I stumble home on Monday
Two left feet, can’t see and I’m out of it
I’ve been burning all my bridges
But look at all the kisses
That’s all good, if I could remember it
‘Cos I’m suffocated
Downgraded
Socially infatuated
Look me in the eye and say it
I know
There’s stupid fools on late night news
Hogging our TV screens
I know
In the end you’ll know where feelings go
We’re fuelling the wrong machines
One minute there’s a murder
Fake news, he’s a killer
That’s posh, what a thriller
Give us something that we won’t forget
One minute there’s a murder
Fake news, he’s a killer
That’s posh, what a thriller
Give us something that we won’t forget
I know
There’s stupid fools on late night news
Hogging our TV screens
I know
In the end you’ll know where feelings go
We’re fuelling the wrong machines
Written by: Ben Rothwell, George Comer, Lucas Watt