Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lucas Watt
Lucas Watt
Lead Vocals
Ben Rothwell
Ben Rothwell
Electric Guitar
George Comer
George Comer
Synthesizer
Jack Guard
Jack Guard
Bass Guitar
Charlie Kenny
Charlie Kenny
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lucas Watt
Lucas Watt
Songwriter
Ben Rothwell
Ben Rothwell
Songwriter
George Comer
George Comer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lucas Watt
Lucas Watt
Producer
James Campbell
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
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